SING

 

sing to the angel in the room

and to the Invisible, root of song

the Orphic bloom the orchid sky

to autumn drift and bird flown by

in twilights that long vanished are

to every bright persimmon star

to edge of town

dreadnought at sea

to all the loss of liberty reclaimed

and in dull rains

do not disconsolate be, still sing

to the Voice who formed us all

and note by note

the living and the dead

the risen again; he said

beyond the war torn wingless night

Let there be.

Light.

and to your last breath

sing to the Nightingale, charming Death.

mary angela douglas 6 july 2023