float on a tide of dreams
out of the Rabbit Hole...
this you will do, I know
when Christmas comes too slow
when life is in fetters
and you lose the key
look up
at the ceiling made of stars
and remember where you are
and Whose; how crystalline you shine-
bright angels laid for you
the rose flecked path
the way out of the woods
when it is dark
and the heavy clouds have gathered
in your heart.
float out, float out
on a tide of dreams
and gleam again
glad on a seagull's wing
and think of the myriad
jeweled things there are
still hidden from you
to find.
mary angela douglas 1 september 2017
out of the Rabbit Hole...
this you will do, I know
when Christmas comes too slow
when life is in fetters
and you lose the key
look up
at the ceiling made of stars
and remember where you are
and Whose; how crystalline you shine-
bright angels laid for you
the rose flecked path
the way out of the woods
when it is dark
and the heavy clouds have gathered
in your heart.
float out, float out
on a tide of dreams
and gleam again
glad on a seagull's wing
and think of the myriad
jeweled things there are
still hidden from you
to find.
mary angela douglas 1 september 2017
