Somewhere Music Waits, Hidden In Stones/From The Towers Removed

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.
through all rude silences they have kerned, in locking,

stalking the manuscripts they could not burn of
the genuinely shunned, discarded
and remaindered, stunned it is

is sewn together for the dying by degrees
from the peerless weeping,
sleepless handiwork of God

outlasting, having discerned it all
and we with Him.though beaten
into the sod, spurned gold.

then we will arise from former disenchantments
won, won! from the chilling, chilled,
the diurnal naves, knaves! of the cruel

depositions, inquisitions, dispositions

done.
from the bleak towers removed
where winters find their suns

and the mocked Kingdoms bloom.

mary angela douglas 13 march 2018;9 august 2019