ARK

step out of it lightly the shroud they made for you

and wander weddingless far into the pale blue

of it all the fresh morning

through memory's fantastical keyhole

let the ice queen depart the quiver of cutting winds

subside the bride of no one freed to renew

renew the infinite vows and bury the sad days

the days of no echo back

but the mocking tone

bright is the waiting music to unscroll

let iniquities fly backwards as though they never were

Christ in his victories still ascends

unclocks the Springtide bursting through

before winter has set one root, one twisted branch

in place.

mary angela douglas 1 january 2023