WHERE WE HIDE
under the golden leaf in the story book
that cannot pass away.
there. where the waterfalls bide
in eternal lace
the rainbow lanced landscapes
we will find our place
there on the shore, and Arthur departing.
even at turgid work amidst the files
the flaunted smiles deferred
for a while we think on the Blessed Isles.
anomaly, my friend cried out to me-
you are.
I thought farther then
past the farthest star, the one not yet a star.
I will measure life by this
the places God allows us to exist
when the shells are flying
and we feel trapped
in an overpriced kingdom filled to the brim
with astonishing mockeries.
the more than wounding vagaries.
lock the door.
then find the key to further doors
the hidden equipoise in exiled Beauty.
the one drop of honey in the lemon strictured hour.
and know, that bitter hours must pass
though it seems that they must last and last-
let Spring, with Christ, in us,awake!
prevail, that no shifting of the shale
can shake our footing in
the beautiful kingdoms misplaced
and we, as Shakespeare said
or more to the point, as he lived:
may "our own quietus make"
by hanging on.
to Song.
mary angela douglas 8 march 2019;rev.10 march 2019
under the golden leaf in the story book
that cannot pass away.
there. where the waterfalls bide
in eternal lace
the rainbow lanced landscapes
we will find our place
there on the shore, and Arthur departing.
even at turgid work amidst the files
the flaunted smiles deferred
for a while we think on the Blessed Isles.
anomaly, my friend cried out to me-
you are.
I thought farther then
past the farthest star, the one not yet a star.
I will measure life by this
the places God allows us to exist
when the shells are flying
and we feel trapped
in an overpriced kingdom filled to the brim
with astonishing mockeries.
the more than wounding vagaries.
lock the door.
then find the key to further doors
the hidden equipoise in exiled Beauty.
the one drop of honey in the lemon strictured hour.
and know, that bitter hours must pass
though it seems that they must last and last-
let Spring, with Christ, in us,awake!
prevail, that no shifting of the shale
can shake our footing in
the beautiful kingdoms misplaced
and we, as Shakespeare said
or more to the point, as he lived:
may "our own quietus make"
by hanging on.
to Song.
mary angela douglas 8 march 2019;rev.10 march 2019
