My Harp I Have Laid At Thy Feet

[to the living God, all I have]

my harp I have laid at Thy feet.

the strings are all broken now.

the sound remains.

can it be music I wondered no more.

how far the trumpets of the ones before

still resound and then fade away.

my harp I have laid at Thy feet.

though it was pearl inlaid.

though it was woven with gold

and dropped like a star out of

the night sky into my hand.

into my weeping.

dreams cannot come again.

nor clouds. nor trees.

nor centuries.

my harp I have laid at Thy feet.

can this be song?

mary angela douglas 21 august 2014