Nor Fade From Green

I make a wish, each leaf that falls

that we'll stay golden after all

though rude winds blow the stars away

that we'll keep shining anyway

I like to think of it this way

when all the skies turn grim to grey

last harvest was the best was said

of many of the glorious dead who now live in a house of gold

who knew their strength from age to age

was only God who never aged

who saves the best of wine for last

and what are we but vintage past

no age at all for being blessed

if we but hold on to the quest

to leave such shining in our wake

and bright with music

for His sake

from first to last begin again

the measure of His heart to win

be mirrored in our span of days

nor fade from green the living page.

mary angela douglas 20 november 2021