Green Mercies Poured Out In A Waking Dream

[on the canonization of St. John Paul II and St. John XXIII]

green mercies poured out in a waking dream

and this is earth, we cried! and may we

drink the chalice of His skies swirling with

stars and colours.

green mercies poured out in a living stream

and I have gathered violet on violet in this late spring

the dark purpureal and the pale lavender and still

I cannot dream enough. 

and the skies are flecked with doves and the

doves with rainbows and all my prismed sighs

have broken into music.

green mercies flowed into

the sea of all colours the ruffling waves above

the precipice of hope.

and the white bells rang white music, snows

of mercies in a sky of dreams with the imprint of leaves

and ferns in shaded places

where there is no more weariness.

mary angela douglas 27 april 2014