THERE NEVER IS

 

THERE NEVER IS

I saw you limp in tatters down

A snow bright road

The pumpkin shell scattered

The moon a heavy load

plunged from the skies

Dancing days are done

A voice cawed all stentorian from the swallowed sun

There was no dawn

Only the Once Upon

Rose fleetingly 

Ah rainbow crowning the 

Chrism in the dark

And something whispered

There's glory in the arc

Of the wounded dove;

There never is an end to Love.

mary angela douglas 22 april 2024