SOMEWHERE MUSIC WAITS, HIDDEN IN STONES
somewhere music waits, hidden in stones
for an Easter rising
and the saints in long surmising burned
relearn the mysteries one by laboured one
never to be forgotten again or
dropped along the way
in a diamond aphasia and in our ruined clothes
in the distance sown between
home and not my home with
the white stones garnering moonlight
for the mother of pearl, and clouded over. returns.
and all rude silences have kerned in locking,
stalking the manuscript
the genuinely shunned, discarded
and remaindere
is sewn together for the dying by degrees
from the peerless weeping,
sleepless handiwork of God
outlasting
and we with Him.though
into the sod, spurned gold.
then we will arise from former disenchant
won, won! from the chilling, chilled,
the diurnal naves, knaves! of the cruel
deposition
done.
from the bleak towers removed
where deserts find their rains
and the mocked Kingdoms bloom.
mary angela douglas 13 march 2018
somewhere music waits, hidden in stones
for an Easter rising
and the saints in long surmising burned
relearn the mysteries one by laboured one
never to be forgotten again or
dropped along the way
in a diamond aphasia and in our ruined clothes
in the distance sown between
home and not my home with
the white stones garnering moonlight
for the mother of pearl, and clouded over. returns.
and all rude silences have kerned in locking,
stalking the manuscript
the genuinely shunned, discarded
and remaindere
is sewn together for the dying by degrees
from the peerless weeping,
sleepless handiwork of God
outlasting
and we with Him.though
into the sod, spurned gold.
then we will arise from former disenchant
won, won! from the chilling, chilled,
the diurnal naves, knaves! of the cruel
deposition
done.
from the bleak towers removed
where deserts find their rains
and the mocked Kingdoms bloom.
mary angela douglas 13 march 2018
