THE GLASS GREEN GROUND OF EDEN SLIPPED AWAY
the glass green ground of Eden slipped away;
far from the childhood etageres we strayed and still
the scent of new mown hay was sweet
the cloud soft air returned to us each Spring.
why did they tell us then pure Eden failed
when there are roses still and
Northern Lights and hidden dear
unchanged delights.
I never understood.
it's God in the enchanted woods
and always will be.
this I know by heart.
well enough to see it
in the Dark.
mary angela douglas 16 may 2015
