Of all words I think I would choose the word seraphic
on a day of gloom, in a trying moment, spurned
a cloud wrapped in silk an instance of light snows
seraphic, a knowing of something beyond all consolation
my soul is enamoured with...seraphic
only the one word uttered like a pearl
as in the old fairy tale when the lady of virtue
spoke only in pearls where the envious could
speak only in toads
a word breathing out serenity
for the child, sick at home, in a featherbed
but with a silver flame
a lasting word an everlasting word
shielding from danger
an exquisite word
dropped like an opal from Heaven
into dire distress.
mary angela douglas 25 february 2023
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