I know You will catch me whenever I fall
into the nets of Your delicate provision
whenever I envision
the world as it was before.
before when you were dreaming
of the colour green
of the canopies of trees and clouds.
before You said one word of leaves, aloud
when Light was a thing unseen.
and wished for, by the angels.
I will remember with You
the notebooks on birdsong
please
going back to those scenes:
Eden before the ruin.
looking for mushrooms
and the tiniest flowers
spellbound for hours
in the green shadows.
in the plum's purest stain.
the benison of rains;
Orion.
mary angela dougla 22 june 2019
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