Poetry, I Won't Complain

poetry, I won't complain

when it's beautiful as falling rain

when it sticks like snow and is gone again

and lives for years without renown

so long as I can understand

that language is the sweetest land

and seasons well the anguished years

and pays me well for all the tears

poetry, I won't complain

that's beautiful as falling rain

when word to silent Word I feel

that everything to God's revealed.

mary angela douglas 26 september 2021