let there be light He said then there was a
pearl efflorescence and we were so happy
there was light the children could call by name
in the nursery and the mobiles of the stars
and glittering the dew upon the roses.
let there be.
there was, there were hours and days and nights
and the gold of His urn spilled over at our feet
and there were jewels of Seasons
too many to carry home.
home was the flower at the core of light
we were its petals we laughed in rosebuds,
small pink candles;
sighed, oh the snows have fallen upon it all
when we were girls and whirled into it.
we called this dancing and sometimes The Ballet
and we wore skirts the colours of roses
and mysterious shawls and peridots oh the green
yellow sparkle of being new on the scene
came to us it came to us that we were Spring
that we were the flowers of light and the leaves
then we were spinning
beautiful balance we had in the inner courtyards
an inner certitude a feeling
that He knew who we were
when the small birds came to our hands
even if no one else
knew what to do with us.
mary angela douglas 11 august 2018
