here in the anecdotal ballrooms we will stray
learning to waltz again, my soul and I.
here where the trellised roses breath
and my skirts softly flare as though
they were also,
roses.
many deposed the kings I thought were real
in serving days and now, no more
in freedom Lord tis only thee I sing
and sigh the door opens onto stars
how myriad they are
in the One Light jeweled and rare
and this is at
the beginning of Kingdoms...
mary angela douglas 23 july 2015
learning to waltz again, my soul and I.
here where the trellised roses breath
and my skirts softly flare as though
they were also,
roses.
many deposed the kings I thought were real
in serving days and now, no more
in freedom Lord tis only thee I sing
and sigh the door opens onto stars
how myriad they are
in the One Light jeweled and rare
and this is at
the beginning of Kingdoms...
mary angela douglas 23 july 2015
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