Transparent Green

can we come to a full stop here in the transparent green
of early April sometimes I wanted to say on life's most
intricate way

and because I felt I could walk no farrther on
and wanted to hear at last, only the songs of birds
and not a single more human word

because words were becoming too distant from the soul
so that my soul was choked with the verbiage of dust
as Shakespeare put it signifying nothing

clear sound where is the clear sound going in the april trees
it sounds so Heavenly let me sink and rest here for awhile
sink to my knees in the dear dear grass, and home at last

in a demi Paradise

but I am not April's child

i cannot stay.
and ask the angels for  a swatch of green to remember that day
later when the trial the trail  is rough

and there is no Bethel there.

mary angela douglas 13 june 2020