For The Blessed Balm Of Chosen Words

for the blessed balm of chosen words

I give you thanks oh Lord and for the cloud wrought 

day in vivid display sunrise or sunset of your

alpha and omega the circuit of beauty

thou, and thou alone

returning to us in every wave;

have made known to us even as children

your ineffable colours, fragrance of earth

and the blossoming of everything

perceived and felt in quiet hours

you are all ours in a hundred thousand ways

how should we forget you now

that we lean into the wind like the grasses

before winter's sheers

or feel ourselves to be ebbing toward Heaven

a little at a time, with the music of the years

a little at a time the stars climb  the skies and to our eyes

seem then to descend

but what if everything we dreamed then we dream more and more

this close to the shore

of our disappearing.

mary angela douglas 13 february 2022