Cadenzas Before Christmas

how astonishing, you suddenly feel
the limitless field of the winter skies;
coolness; the feeling of infinity, recognized,

the glaze of light. the quietness
gilding everything in view.
the plain bird sings the best

at least in the fairy tale you
love most-
remaining free.

the raspberry light remembered
comforts me and deepens
in the inner skies

that always defied description.
the heart is a mirror
where the 

snow clouds fly
and White Gold God
and the Holy Ghost

are glistening, glittering
in this my minor
Christmas music-

may the Beautiful abide.
the alibis of angels...
missing their cue

at the Church pageants
by candlelight, rue.
and the holly berried.

the snowy endowments
showing up anyway, the verities,
wherever you are.

the watercolour softening
of the Star
above the parchment ground

where the wind blows
naming old names.

Who is listening
for the sound, the heralding
about to change it all

you think it is someone else
but it's you, that's singing...

ringing the small bells out
for Christ the King
in cradle...

mary angela douglas 23 december 2015