the silence of roses drinking in rain
I have held in my soul,
my soul a bouquet,
and the fragrance drifting to Thee
on a stellar wind and in a faraway,
the one painted blue
and laced, with bells.
then it seemed the rose leaves were ringing
each one such and a velvet sound
and there was thunder all around
and doll sized, the thimbles scattered
where we had been sewing the earth
to the skies
and I in the shade
of Your Shining
of the long ago sun
the roses drinking in rain
the afternoon gone
in the garden of our backyard.the one I was used to then
when everything was "begin"
and then you will learn your part
the shadows of it laced with bells;
little wishing wells glazed
and all my wishes made
and granted as they were made
on the instant,
all our songs a bouquet
white lilies and the first profession,
mary angela douglas 2 march 2018 rev. 26 march 2018
I have held in my soul,
my soul a bouquet,
and the fragrance drifting to Thee
on a stellar wind and in a faraway,
the one painted blue
and laced, with bells.
then it seemed the rose leaves were ringing
each one such and a velvet sound
and there was thunder all around
and doll sized, the thimbles scattered
where we had been sewing the earth
to the skies
and I in the shade
of Your Shining
of the long ago sun
the roses drinking in rain
the afternoon gone
in the garden of our backyard.the one I was used to then
when everything was "begin"
and then you will learn your part
the shadows of it laced with bells;
little wishing wells glazed
and all my wishes made
and granted as they were made
on the instant,
all our songs a bouquet
white lilies and the first profession,
mary angela douglas 2 march 2018 rev. 26 march 2018
