for the blessed balm of especially chosen words
I give you thanks oh Lord and for the cloud wrought
day in vivid display sunrise or sunset of your
alpha and omega signaling the circuit of beauty
returning to us in every wave;you
have made known to us even as children
your ineffable colours, fragrance of earth
and the blossoming of everything
perceived and felt in quiet hours
you are ever ours in a hundred thousand ways
how should we forget you now
that we lean into the wind like the grasses
before winter's shears set in
or feel ourselves to be ebbing toward Heaven
a little at a time, with the music of the years
a little at a time the stars climb the skies and to our eyes
seem then to descend
but what if everything we dreamed then we dream more and more
this close to the shore
of our disappearing.
mary angela douglas 13 february 2022;19 march 2023
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