ARMORIAL DEVICES (TO MY FATHER, ROBERT ROY DOUGLAS IN MEMORIUM, D. APRIL 7 2002)

 

ARMORIAL DEVICES (TO MY FATHER, ROBERT ROY DOUGLAS IN MEMORIUM, D. APRIL 7 2002)

Armorial devices

Under pale moonlight

Shone through the windows of a dream

Stained glass, come to pass

Oh who has pulled the sword from the stone

Christ, of the miseries, of the cordial of the broken heart

Why do we fight so far apart

Ranged on a field under pale moonlight

Never coming it seems it seems

To any decisive victory

Still the heavenly host wage on

You with your quill, and I with my song

And the clouds under pale moonlight roil

Battles only invisibly won

Phantom angelic,

Blindly we see

It must be the Saviour

Who else could it be

Leaving us

So less alone.

Pulling again

The sword from the stone.

mary angela douglas 7 april 2024