("the stone that the Builders rejected")
spelling the stone I awake from darkness
spelling the white stone: the lily set in the heavens
the one close at hand in my secret pocket,
the ferns curled since last lost summers.
in the green shade of the moon I telegraph to God
in a toylike code: to
the author of the milky quartz, my
leftover Christmas I will remember you
though I am no Magi
I know it is Christ
in the supplicant's darkness pinpricked with stars
I know it is Christ
in the rising light
in the rising light I will learn to spell love
love set in the Heavens, Dauphin coloured light
telegraphic from the Father
love close at hand
poem from the Son
rose radiance I have come to weep you out
as if petals flowed from my eyes
as if my heart were a red rose wave
the Lord had plucked from danger.
on the smooth back of the lightest light year
the fairy tale sparrow will lift me away
I will spell the beginning of Light
learned at my mother's knee
heart cherished, never to be forgotten
learned at my Grandmother's knee
the way of flowers in the pelting darkness
when you raise your eyes
I am spelling Home.
past all the Januaries of the Ages.
turning the dark Pages.
in the shepherd's armour.
and in the snow's blue flight.
mary angela douglas 1january 2021;29 january 2022;27 march 2023
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