closing the book of stars you'll rest again
into the book of snows your dreams will wend
over the fields of rose the moon will rise
you will exist still wiping the sleep from your eyes
learning what you will learn
on God's own golden terms
come to the window fronting forgotten worlds
sing to yourself my soul is the pearl of Pearls
lost in the gales your ships will right themselves
you with your younger reflections your wishing wells
never may stray too far from the fields of rose
keeping in mind no sorrow that can't be transposed
far from the reach of the trifling and God wills it so
your freedom, the endless desire to fly
singing what you will sing
after the breach is mended
after the gales have swept by.
mary angela douglas 24 january 2023
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