WE DON'T ALWAYS LIVE IN THE WORLD WE THINK WE DO

WE DON'T ALWAYS LIVE IN THE WORLD WE THINK WE DO

We don’t always live in the world we think we do

You slip us into so many pockets

When we cry out or are in distress

The four o clock five o clock flowers close up

And we hide in them or the memories of

Woodland shadows, clouds across the skies

On a day magnificently free of troubles

We hide in music or we are phases of the moon

And only reveal a curve of light sometimes to You

Who understand many moods

Dear Father who endowed us richly with ways

Of escaping chaos and finding the back door to you

Fresh air and breathing

Before the storms come through

The pass key to sanity, grace and beauty

Amidst it all, the blue white light of stars

We had, perhaps, forgotten.

on the long white road

lamenting the bridal trees

in their apricot finery disappearing.

rhe words we meant to say from our hearts

To the vanishing still singing for us invisibly

Our childhood’s garnet songs

Who wait for us, in beautiful expectation, farther along.

mary angela douglas 6 may 2024