little children minding the Father's cloud sheep
in the old storybook I was read to from then.
how happy I was to gaze at you there
safe from harm. or in Sunday school
in Jesus arms.
little children. I was little too.
and now I'm not.
though I still look at clouds
and think of you
and remember applesauce with cream.
and Christmas.
the meadow cows in books
the singing brooks.
Yeats said it best when he said "come away...with a fairy hand in hand:
the world's more feel of weeping than you can understand"
stay in the storybook stay. Where there are only gentle winds.
out here I pray for you where sometimes it seems
as it has seemed to me
the rest is wilderness.
mary angela douglas 26 july 2020
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