for You who exist beyond Time
forever turning the dire into the beautiful
finding the diamond stars in the mire
what can we say to you that is not cloud language,
the heavy snows on the way
and we beholding Christmas
for you opening the heavy curtains on the splendor of the day
where we lived among dust motes, and scattered sheet music
I will stand at the screen door beholding everything green
and the Angelus bells will play; it will be April.
I will stand at the opal beginning and begin to pray
you who are beyond Time, please make me that way.
mary angela douglas 24 august 2020
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