To A Writer Departed

fpr C.S. Lewis

the beautiful chapter goes on

the one you left unfinished

and the ink barely dried on the page

the one you were striving uphill to say

and with each last breath in a craven wind

we cannot and will not read on earth

because you left in the middle of it

did the pages long to fly out the window the door

to follow you there where no man can reach

or child, wishing on a star

the beautiful chapter goes on somewhere else now

where we cant read it not even in a darkened glass

someday when this is past

and we will have learned new alphabets post time and space

we will look it up and never lose our place in the manuscript

again:in

the finished chapter on Grace.

mary angela douglas 23 october 2020

P.S.This poem was inspired by the phrase "the beautiful chapter goes on' I heard this afternoon

listening to Christian radio, BBNradio.com