I AM GOING AWAY, BUT NOT NOW

 

I AM GOING AWAY, BUT NOT NOW

I am going away, but not now

To the final land of mists and separations

To the pearl enclosures of the Beginning

To be turned into starlight, moonlight

Whatever it pleases Him

A white rose shirring a little girl again in a pale blue shawl

Shedding petaled tears Or the great snows minutely

keeping his music boxes in order who

For the beauty of perfection

left us here

To wonder at the mists

The final separations

the afterwards to the chapter book

the future closeness of the constellations.

mary angela douglas 31 may 2024