Tuesday, November 15, 2016

To Come Into The World, To Leave Like Snow

to come into the world, to leave like snow
like leaves that blow is this a thing to wish
perhaps most devoutly

Shakespeare knew but then with rue
returned to work the laden mines
of his own mind

it should be enough to work with God, for God,
for joy, and in the instants find
no words that cloy but those that shine

and then depart from the world 
to leave like snow no imprint of its own
but bearing the imprint of what blows

what breaks in the ice or twig like goes
its creaturely way across vast distances:
the soul filled up with clouds,

going away

mary angela douglas 15 november 2016