Sometimes In Moments Of Fitful Repose

sometimes in moments of fitful repose

I hear a hidden music and it seems to flow

from another place entirely that I do not know

I cannot see; but within it as it grows in ever persistent measures

and flowers endlessly in cristal lily and rose

in curious and mysterious configuration

my heart is consoled and strangely, moved  despite all

cries of doom resounding and resounding 

and in my nightfelled room

I know the earth is safe

we are in His hands

that infinite beauty is in command.

mary angela douglas 7 january 2022