Saturday, July 08, 2017

What If They Imagine Themselves Jewels

what if they imagine themselves jewels
in some fanciful crown
and so they pose for us

on meadow spears ocasionally
as we pass by unheeding
or glinting, along the ground

the little bugs
remind us that we are fleeting

though they are
smaller than tears.
who are we in your Kingdom Lord

perhaps they pray
through their short years

in the heat of the day
when their music infensifies
and why are the shade trees so far away

when we can only crawl
oh you who are wise
for us, everything is an Everest.

still do we praise thee and forever blest
 you have made for us the meadow seas,
and clouds and stars float above us

the same and the breezy breeze
as for the Others.
and dreams.

mary angela douglas 8 july 2017