Imagination Is A High Tower

imagination is a high tower we do not ask to be rescued from

we will live on there safe from harm

where small birds come to the windows and eat from our hand

the honeyed crumbs and the bread so delicate. and fairy fed

the nectars bloom and fill the room unexpectedly on the

slightest breeze, mischance turned to dancing:

while the moon sings on, in ivory.

whether the astronauts return or not.


imagination is our dower let skeptics pass by who think that

money made the hour;who think it folly to fly on one

embroidered wing above all drudgery.

let them trudge on believing in the merely possible

beyond the ambrosial door, the roseate stair.


our whole life long

we will repair to Thee

most high most beautiful mystery.

and also by decree perhaps the most opulent

refuge God provides

to those who ride with Him.


mary angela douglas 26 may 2020