Saturday, April 22, 2023

SOMEWHERE IS THERE A BOOK OF THE UNREALIZED HISTORIES

 

somewhere is there a book of the unrealized histories

in gold leaf, filagree of pearl, the unsorted mysteries

I inquired of a bookshop in another world

what may have been, was for a while, then toppled

the colours flowing in the infant brain and spinning

what will not come again old poets sigh

and resign themselves to the Heavenly Tree

chopped down

chopped down unfeelingly

no branch or blossom now, we cried

time is a wheel the ancients said

will it turn merry go round again so that we may rehearse

the flowering stories from another earth

and redeemed, play the scenes of our lost years

and find the tracks that disappeared

into such long winters

longing, we strive to mend

alas what shattered like glass, again

so softly, delicately the way is wended

still the sheep that You have tended

the beautiful you intended

from the Beginning...

mary angela douglas 22 april 2023

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