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why is it sometimes a springlike breeze invades another
season
unexpectedly is it the climate of Heaven making itself known
so that you do not lose the scent of the Immortal Rose
how can I or you our own maytimes put by not miss
in ourselves the former blossoming
who were born like Rilke to love roses also in the heraldic
sense as much as in the immediate bouquet
or like Yeats with his lovely rose upon the rood
of time, having read them, reading them still
I am deeply inclined to be aligned
with these many petaled meanings and especially
the Christian chrism which is, to find the gate of Pearl
the Pearl of our adoration by the end
as Tolkien said it, the one myth that came true
and so I sing to You, my Heavenly Father, or try to
and to your Christ that Rose unfurling in the darkest nights
of the World and in our own Time
the Rose most crimson the Rose we have in mind
in these latter days the rose e'r blooming is set as
on an eternal stage where we may find to our amaze
caught out from the nickel and dime of it all
in secret sweet illuminating instances
all things are wrought in beauty for a reason
in or out, of season bringing us back to You.
oh may we be blooming, too.
and always not forgetting
the souls you have lent us
for the long journey
mary angela douglas 1 november 2022;17 february 2023
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