THE LAST WORD OF THE POEM

 

 

THE LAST WORD OF THE POEM

The poem of alpha and omega

We exist in

Each of us a world

A dream whirring in the

Eden of God

Waiting to be awakened

What shall we write about the end

Or say when there is no end

I answer softly

Speaking one last time perhaps

To the nocturnal winds

I have loved you so long

All you starry nights

How will I ever say good night to you

And mean farewell

There is no farewell

There is only Love.

mary angela douglas 30 april 2024