i saw the Soul at rest
and all turmoil had faded
from its East and West
and in its North and South
no battle raged.
I saw it suspended
like a chyrsalis
and alive in only this
and nothing else mattered.
and it was occupied
as with distant colours or
the winds
from great distances
and filtered itself through starlight and silt
as men on earth
panned for gold.
who can hold the Soul
back from what it is to be
something asked me
silverly.
I had no answer.
where answers had ceased.
mary angela douglas 9 november 2017
and all turmoil had faded
from its East and West
and in its North and South
no battle raged.
I saw it suspended
like a chyrsalis
and alive in only this
and nothing else mattered.
and it was occupied
as with distant colours or
the winds
from great distances
and filtered itself through starlight and silt
as men on earth
panned for gold.
who can hold the Soul
back from what it is to be
something asked me
silverly.
I had no answer.
where answers had ceased.
mary angela douglas 9 november 2017
