I LOST THE UPPER REGISTER OF ANGELS

 

I LOST THE UPPER REGISTER OF ANGELS

I lost the upper register of angels

And cloud formations colour on colour piled

I lost the greening of the leaves

Wild strawberries and all I loved as a child

And summer’s ease departed and the lemonade shade

In a nightmare kingdom where I could not stand

And where I fell as into a whirlwind

And naught and naught could I command

Thinking my harp had left me

And drinking only salt.

Look as far out as you can to sea

To ghost ships and no horizon

Dream as deep as a well can be

And there were no images.

How I came back recalled to life

I cannot say

But God Himself restored me to

The Living Day.

The raspberry taste of joy.

mary angela douglas 10 march 2024