the tolling of bells for the strawberry sky
the reasons why we mourn the passing
of the cream filled days
we have counted on our grass stained fingers
conmingling the fingerpaint colors
toward the last days
do you hear the bells and do you fear
there is no salve to soothe the children
lost this way
in the woods and far from those who cared
I saw in a vision swinging through bright air
the flocks of God to feed them
the wild strawberries peeking through vast snows
the return of cream and sugar to the blue blue tables
oh but this was a dream cried my angels
this was a dream
mary angela douglas 17 march 2017
the reasons why we mourn the passing
of the cream filled days
we have counted on our grass stained fingers
conmingling the fingerpaint colors
toward the last days
do you hear the bells and do you fear
there is no salve to soothe the children
lost this way
in the woods and far from those who cared
I saw in a vision swinging through bright air
the flocks of God to feed them
the wild strawberries peeking through vast snows
the return of cream and sugar to the blue blue tables
oh but this was a dream cried my angels
this was a dream
mary angela douglas 17 march 2017
