The Muse In Flight Before The Approaching Armies

I hid beneath my eyelid the poem of Infinite light

so no one could steal it.

and in my shoe, the poem of going away.

and going away, again.

and in my heart,

all that could not be said-

and whether it flowered in almond branch or snow-

of the crystal wounds, untended,

of unwounding God.

mary angela douglas 3 july 2014