if you are petulant in a time of grace
impatient with the petals drifting at your feet
and ignorant of who painted them peach or plum
I don't really have one thing to say to you except
what will you do when the real wars come
how will you handle it or will you just go deeper into gloom
as into your only room and slam the door a door since to you
apparently that's all a door is for
when it could be a portal into truth, or Christ the door and an end to
rue and ruthelessness on your part you who make grousing such an art
oh petulant generations what have you to do with petals, the stars,
the vagrant clouds the name of beauty cried outloud
or courage or fortitude
you will yourself to be sulky
and so you are
who are you I wring my soul out in starshine to ask of you
why have you made from your apriled life
this irascible tomb
mary angela douglas 6 july 2021
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