will the trees fountain more greenly
will the blue woods come closer
to the curb where I look both ways
uncertain when to cross.
I know that I will cross one day
the crossroads all must once
and I'm afraid I won't see the
light change quick enough
or there'll be some delay
I don't expect that hurts.
dear God I love you
and I know you don't desert
but the earth is sometimes harsh
in the midst of so much beauty.
today I decide is this the word or not
in my small poem.
or is there a word that I forgot
that became a jewel obscure in
the cave of my mind or will I find
it's only You and laugh and remind
myself you're here beside me
all the Time and isn't that
the most beautiful word of all.
mary angela douglas 2 april 2016