THEY PLANT MY ROSES IN THEIR SHADE

 

THEY PLANT MY ROSES IN THEIR SHADE

They plant my roses in their shade

And think that I am in a maze

And cannot see above the hedgerows

But the heart knows what it knows

I know the plantings of my rose

Upon my holy palm it grows

In prescience only I can recognize

And I know what we plant we sow

We cannot reap another’s woe

Or joy.

And if we live by subterfuge

And using others in a ruse

The counterfeit angels cannot, will not

Save the garden.

mary angela douglas 19 april 2024