Tuesday, May 18, 2021

Transience

 the incoming wave the green transparent wave

I have tried to keep in the small cove of my soul

even as it turned violet and turned to go

and turned to go as I weep on the waveless shore

and admit to myself it is You I adore oh God

and no other though I cannot pin the starshine

to the star, hold back the retreating shadows before

the dawns.

am I useless then even in singing so that the notes pour before

me and are gone curving into Space lost high above clouds

or caught up in the nether turbulence.

never have I found the clock faced flowers to keep on blooming

past winter's doom though I have dreamed it so.

the lilies impeccable in the early snows,

the light of Home, undimmed.

mary angela douglas 18 may 2021

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