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
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
