WE LIVED IN A BLIZZARD OF ANGELS
We lived in a blizzard of angels
All winter long
Thinking we were on our own
Suspecting nothing
Finding the oranges on sale
And simple bread with honey
It was all miracle and tea at dawn
Clouds massing over the seven coloured seas
Visited us in dreams
peacock scarlet or emerald or many splendored
In a resonance closer to music
Than music itself ever was
Cloud weather alone
Revealed to us Heaven and breathing
Tree music greening the wilderness
Hidden from view
We lived in a blizzard of angels
God knows how many derelict bridges we crossed
Stepping into the vacant air.
Our hearts suspended over Chaos
Lit like the clouds by impossible Grace
held in place just floating there
in the wisteria twilights
Beautiful beyond Being.
mary angela douglas 19 may 2024;11 june 2024
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