It Is Large

it is large.
it was carried too far.
too large for a child's small grasp

too far for the heart at last
and least of all,
but to the heart's detriment

never wrapped in silver starred paper.
o where are the curling ribbons to disguise
as though they were filmy clouds

passing briefly over the sun
the childish hearts undone
by tiny griefs as heavy as lead

even angels cannot find.
or yet, the waking dead
the balm you need.

oh child grown old
still holding onto it,
let go.

and breathe again
the green the irradiant Spring
caryying nothing but a song

for the One who knew you all along.
and carried it all.

mary angela douglas 23 february 2018