RISING ABOVE THE TREADMILL OF THE DAYS

 

RISING ABOVE THE TREADMILL OF THE DAYS

Rising above the treadmill of the days

I reach the clouds in rose light so arrayed;

Imagination’s dower, chimes for us on the hour

There with you on the mount

Of transfiguration’s blaze;

If only we could stay

Still in the nets of beauty You have made

But we are gravity’s children too

And in the nets of time sometimes

Our visions fall from view. Beneath the wave;

Our hearts grow numb

longing for the reality

Of your Kingdom, come.

Mary angela douglas 4 february 2024