jeweled mosaics sparkling each to each and intricately made
of beauty past our remembering, the cooling waters.
overhead, the sapphire;emerald, close at hand
and set us down in the rose gardens of the world.
as if that weren't enough jewelry for us then
we look overhead to see the spangled evenings'
crystalline unwind and we find
in our dreams your trees wind-whispering still
and beyond, the apple blossom orchards' snows
mimic so laughingly the frozen winter woes, the laceworked
and so, the apricot and the cherry in petaling chorales
the peach and plum as vivdly strewn.
and with us as the seasons run, the fainter perfumes
in memory remain,retain the hope of their return or
sometimes as is the way in dreams
or mystical paintings, music of the triptych paneled,
all at the same time comes to view and
limned with gold from the sun; the paler gold of the moon.
but oh we look where Heaven shines and prophesies
and long to find and want to sigh disconsolately
ah there is
a better land than this.
and I stop short to say: amazed and wondering:
how could there be
mary angela douglas 28 march 2016