I Weep For The Children That We Were

for my sister, Sharon

I weep for the children that we were:

blue cloudy day above

beneath us the green grass

we thought would last

we thought would last

now so many earth turnings later I review

the things that we knew then

we thought we would always know

time in its snows has taken everything away

I cried to God with nothing left to say

and then within my soul there came

the murmur of soft breezes, summers' sheen

a Voice that gleamed through the racked shell of my heart

there will come a new Eden

there will come a new Eden

mary angela douglas 17 march 2015