MY HANDS ARE LIKE A CAGE OF LIGHT

 

MY HANDS ARE LIKE A CAGE OF LIGHT

My hands are like a cage of light

That do upon snow pages write

And blizzard forth what they may dare

In frost upon the winter air

Or I am like a pane of glass

Through which the Holy Ghost must pass

The spectrums divide

That I may sing, Christ by my side

Small prism, that I am.

mary angela douglas 17 april 2024