BALM

 

BALM

I will crush lime flowers with candula

Golden honey and balm of skies

Orange blossom winters and rose budded

Lotions

The lily salves,

That He may rise

Over the wounded earth be gathered

At the tomb of our True Love

Angels of mercy and consolation

For the Saviour, for our Dove.

There is the balm for the King of angels

There is the ointment gold and sweet

Here with my tears

I come to wash now

All the sorrow

From His Feet.

mary angela douglas 1 april 2024