CHILDREN NOT TO BE DISSUADED ARE

 

what are stars, meteors, planets, nebulae, mist, clouds,

showers, waves, particles, colours, configurations of birds,

whirlwinds, but the calligraphy of God

though some would call Him empty space

are stars Lord over Him then ah human race

what beauty has He not sought to dispense

with only the forethought of Love in molding

melding Chaos and nasturtiums

yet we credit Him not who have forgotten everything,

forgetting Him

and so poetry for the most part, leaving grace

has hidden the tangerine hymns, forbidding them welling up

in any language now, has become a

wasteland and dire. drained, entirely drained

of dazzlement. merriment. JOY. the sweet, and

deep dear possibilities, the cerise mysterious...

the apparitions of cherry or cherub

of violet aftermirage

still it must be painted in the skies of children

spackling the april trees with lime green

that He is, who know their finger painting

has not altered the skies even one

iota though He is secretly pleased

with their pink and blue tints

answering His, that sudden spontaneous

splash of lemon

that carnival or cardinal

Christmas trimming the evergreens

so they praise him with their

crayons, happy in the things He has made

and, plucking the roses in their dreams

cloud from cloud.

cannot be dissuaded otherwise

by those who lie.

or have only become, for awhile, too weary.

mary angela douglas 3 april 2023