FOR IRELAND, ALWAYS (REPOSTED AND REVISED)

 

three silver stories have I kept

and the Trinity rising

the Trinity rising like spelled seas wept

the grey seas, the ceaseless seas

and the ones of fallow green

the feather-edged without flying

wave, Christ on His stave

for me dying

the ragged seas of departing,

the inconsolable isles.

spell is my heart the colour of roses

the rose thorned overcome

the moon waxing in the time of diamond slates

invisible and blinding the words there

dreamed three stories and the silver branching

launching of the mysteries and of the

winter soul, the winter soul besides, abiding

the deprivation of maytimes.

the grey seas and the turning into the green wave spent

the prince o Christ, the King on the white road mourned and fallen into

Emmaus, o it was You again! confiding

three stories and they unchanging and more-

unchanging as God in the Trinity rising

and the rose road wept and the thorns overcome

I have kept I have kept all the Kingdoms come

through the ageless days of the heart remembered and

Time the trial extended through the reign of shadows.

all under the renegade; stars the feeling of who you are

who you were in the sainted beforelands

as you turn on the white road, flaring into

the diamond veined

as the roses beckon you full in bloom

as the piper's tune returns and the silver of home

and all of it in bloom

and all of it in bloom

and spelling Forever.

mary angela douglas 22 may 2018;4-5 august 2022

ONE OF THREE POEMS REQUESTED BY NATHAN WOOD FOR A NEW ILLUMINATED JOURNAL TO COME OUT IN DECEMBER OF 2023 AND NOT TO BE PUBLISHED ANYWHERE UNTIL JANUARY 2025 STILL NEED TO REFORMAT IN JAN 2025

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