Roseate

could I find in the fairy tale wood
a beautiful something understood
not spoken

could I speak and learn the writing off the page
the Christmas pageant in the margins of the Star
could I speak of where You are

a different way I never thought
on days of play
but I was in this anyway

this play, this sparkling understood;
to learn that language,
if I could!

or try to
I would venture all
though I am counted very small

as small as I, can feel the wind
through all the pines and whisper then
oh I will I will try again

to speak what roseate words I can
with just a twist of a sleight of hand
unfold the rose, unwrap the stars

oh Father, I know who you Are.

mary angela douglas 7 december 2019