stray angels and the unseen worlds
while we stay here:
stargazers, seldom on our way.
through the lens of Time we see
oh we intuit, God.
through raindrops, clouds dissolving;
through leaves, the green winds rustling;
pooled in dreams a deeper blue
than blue, the clearest waters
coming true; we live awash
in dreams but not in schools
where we are taught
to measure everything by one rule:
what does it profit.
and that singing without that is
mary angela douglas 2 august 2016