I Opened The Book Of Peace And The Pale Doves Flew

I opened the book of peace and the pale doves flew
a crease of snow appeared in the sky
oh all things under the earth will lie

and even the roses dewed
I sighed then my sighs flew
up to the panes of Heaven

and looked through

to where the stars in merriment
sounded like tiny bells o tiny bells
and the waters spelled at the far, far poles

under the green ice drifting
the berry strung remedies
of my lost summers.

I opened the book of peace and the pale doves flew
and everything I ever knew and worried through
and all the midnight hours that tolled

and took their toll

turned  o! at once to silver and gold.

mary angela douglas 26 april 2017