In Love With The Living Day

may we be in love with the living day

we who have traveled far from

the realms of childhood or so we're told

or made to believe;

with the peach, the gold

and silver finishings of clouds

the fragrances of rain in all seasons

the halos around the moon

the cropping of stone.

I have loved the earth in a quiet way

alone

a small bell ringing in His vast carillons

still with the  mingled voices of the past to say,

in a fairy tale, seeming:

do not depart from me oh loveliness of evening

may I see still the rainbows at night converging

and never blind to music sense in my one true soul

when gathering all my beautiful suppositions, oh

the billion watt white gold

candelabras of the sun.

mary angela douglas 19 february 2022