why does it feel like they all disappeared
all those we knew for years and for years
where are we going
where have they gone
the ones so vivid
the ones so strong
the ones too frail
to carry on
why is the mystery
locked to us why
I asked the blue winter
I asked the pearl sky
I seek for them sometimes
and sometimes I cry
surely there must be
a key to it all
why won't God give to us
are we too small?
are there too many things
we just won't get
surely in this he would not forget
to tell us what happens
and when we will go
to find on the other bright side of the snows
the Spring that's eternal
the lasting rose.
He loves us to dream it
I guess and suppose.
so that in reunion
the joy so immense
will melt earthly sorrows
specific laments
and solve earthly hints
like a rose windowed kaleidoscope
we were always turning ourselves.
mary angela douglas 10 august 2023
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