We May Be Falling Into The Light

we may be falling into the Light
though bit by bit, and slowly
waxing our wings by candles bright

while the dragon seas are foaming.
ah but another Rose bloomed
in the tune, the tune

that hums in the soul
half turning
and wise men came

through the wilderness then
with a dark and a purple yearning.
how modern they are

not to seek the Star
those in the current age maintain
but I am lost and so dream tossed

to follow naught else
but the olden way.
and I could swear

down a crystal stair
of starlight twice blessed and holy
that Christ who came

though now unnamed
is waiting still to show me
on a bed of straw

in a stable grim
that God's come down to earth again
and nothing can forestall Him.

mary angela douglas 14 november 2017