we can be infatuated with God
oh why wouldn't we be
who spelled it all out in stars
from our infancy in violet seas
in the flowerbeds of home
in the poems read to us by
our mothers. misquote him if you will
it's there to read to breathe in summer rains
in vivid plains in spring in what remains
of Eden still. love what you will or who or where
there is no finer love and free and free as air
your heart floats on the breeze and innocent
as the first lilied days
mary angela douglas 13 october 2014
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