one day emerging from the rose, thicketed castle
the troubled sleep
may we emerge into the mild and wild orchid daylight
with a half shell moon still grazing the skies
all brambles gone
and find to infinite surprise
there is no bad news forever
and all Kingdoms reprise
the glory of the first beginning
when God touched our eyes
and this was Seeing, Being, Dreaming, Alive!
and we are free, washed in the jubilant bells
delivered from all spells by Jesu, Christ, redeemed
free as the green of grass
the blue of sky
in a child's first colouring book
free to arrive at the sepia toned train station
ticketless, timelessly all in an outpost's dream
into the mainspring of happiness of everything
specific as the amber of our tea,
as the endless holiday clatter of our sprigged china
and the inexhaustible larder of jam filled pantries
and each will sing without needing to be
famous for it
or fly with an iridescent wing
with no edgy expectation
into again the deep woods solace
with diamond clarity
seeking no prey; no need to outdistance anyone-per se
under no icarian, no feckless sun.
in a joy brimmed day asking nothing of anyone
the telegraph relayed:
all battles won.we are coming home.
mary angela douglas 22 september 2022;22 february 2023
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