[a prayer at the present time]
once I waited till dawn
for one white word from You.
I remember the greenness then.
the aprilness of everything.
the dew on the grass where I kneeled.
the stars that were my own.
time has carried these away
so that I feel I was nor there
where the rose blossomed out
of the dark and the rains finally ceased.
if I could reach back far enough
would I find You there in the same
white whispering as of leaves
against the pearlescent skies
and oh would the trees remember
it was I who counted then
on their guardian shade.
or was I another person then
and just unwise
and has it really been that long
when I was accustomed
to think the earth was
only made of birdsong
mary angela douglas 20 february 2016
once I waited till dawn
for one white word from You.
I remember the greenness then.
the aprilness of everything.
the dew on the grass where I kneeled.
the stars that were my own.
time has carried these away
so that I feel I was nor there
where the rose blossomed out
of the dark and the rains finally ceased.
if I could reach back far enough
would I find You there in the same
white whispering as of leaves
against the pearlescent skies
and oh would the trees remember
it was I who counted then
on their guardian shade.
or was I another person then
and just unwise
and has it really been that long
when I was accustomed
to think the earth was
only made of birdsong
mary angela douglas 20 february 2016
