Tuesday, April 05, 2016

Brushstrokes Of Snow On The Silentest Sky

brushtrokes of snow on the silentest sky
carry my wings that can no longer fly
far from the green and blue of my dream

lost in the petals 
and bright as the sheen of words that have flowered
ahead of the stream

and rooted in grace and beyond all recall
inscribed in a gold that is brighter than all
I know they will live since they answered the call

of the innermost trumpet the one in the hall
of the King that has saved us and carried us all
to the blue and green country the gem spangled ball

where we'll all dance forever and sing for the earth
forgetting our sorrows in infinite mirth.

mary angela douglas 5 april 2016