the earth is His Poem
the emergence of stars
and where they hide
the everlasting Sun oh
all the Light He sends us
and the light undone
the twilights the steps into the dusk
and edged with violet, the interludes
between dusk and dawn
the creases in the wind
in flower strewn winds I think of Him
then I am a poem too
and it is poetry indeed the way grass grows
how comets glow over the grasslands
where there are no words really possible
there is the poem of the Rose
the fragrance of the Sea
the cadence of tides
all that within the mysterious heart belies
and yet believes
all His poems I cherish even the least
the remnants of the feast
the solitary birdsong that remedies all wrong.
mary angela douglas 24 july 2021
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