turning a magic key in a stubborn lock I whispered
God is free and it unlocked; God is everywhere and
suddenly I was in a land where the sun shone
gold at His command incomparably
and the fields were glittering. and the birds chirped
why do you labor at your books when you can so easily fall into them
as into drifts of snow or flowers where everything you know or thought you did
suddenly comes unbidden. stars in showers; illuminations over the castles
and you, the castle keep.
turning a magic key that day that hour that infinity
I learned to say it all belongs to God: whisper His name with love like a child who tugs at a Sleeve to see
all the vast kingdoms
and you will see: He is the magic the magic key
you only have to ask for surpassing beauty.
mary angela douglas 24 may 2020
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