I'm not this person
who waits to be told
by your Recording Angels
you're too old to believe that you are young
and that the hills beyond
are still filled with gold.
I'm not this person
at eternal beck and call
amenable to the Wall
between
the sour and the sweets
constructed to please.
bearing the brand
of the ranch that bled me
no. No counterfeit soul is mine.
drift clouds across the American prairies
pour winds and waters
into the gulf streams.
there is a God in American Heaven
and He means everything to me.
mary angela douglas 18 april 2017
who waits to be told
by your Recording Angels
you're too old to believe that you are young
and that the hills beyond
are still filled with gold.
I'm not this person
at eternal beck and call
amenable to the Wall
between
the sour and the sweets
constructed to please.
bearing the brand
of the ranch that bled me
no. No counterfeit soul is mine.
drift clouds across the American prairies
pour winds and waters
into the gulf streams.
there is a God in American Heaven
and He means everything to me.
mary angela douglas 18 april 2017
