Falling Back Into God We Will Not Fear

[a meditation on death and dying]

falling back into God we will not fear
as into the snowlights of the waning year
as dream fades into Dream, more real

by the ageless minute.
the music ticks the metronomes away
the ladders by dim windows stray

and they are made of gold.
they will unroll, defying gravity,
the flower seeded carpets on the lawns

regretfully, we leave behind.
that we ourselves may finally be

the flowering we thought we were
when we were young.
or only, just about, ready

to become
in fields forever and
familiarly green.

mary angela douglas 1 april 2016