To Whom Do Words Belong I Cried

to whom do words belong I cried

not to the prevaricating to the

ones with mocking eyes.

words fly from lies as

leaves in the gales we remember

looking back.

looking back you remember

the branching of Light

the double rainbows

once in a while

the nursery mirrors and

the words springing to life

in picture books and the

day you realized

like Helen Keller could

oh this is water and the name

for water

My Lord and my living,  God.

mary angela douglas 20 april 2015