may we be in league with the living day
we who have traveled far from
the realms of childhood or so we're told
or made to believe;
with the peach, the gold
and silver finishings of clouds
the fragrances of rain in all seasons
the halos around the moon;
outcropping of stone.
I have loved the earth in a quiet way
alone
a small bell ringing in His vast carillons
still, with the mingled voices of the past to
say,
in a fairy tale, seeming:
do not depart from me oh loveliness of evening
may I see still the rainbows at night
converging
and never blind to music sense in my
one true soul
when gathering all my beautiful suppositions, oh
the billion billion watt white gold
candelabras of the sun.
mary angela douglas 19 february 2022;rev. 13 june 2022;18 march 2023
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