Monday, August 19, 2024

A SUMMER NIGHT AND THE NEWS IS ON

 A SUMMER NIGHT AND THE NEWS IS ON

A summer night and the news is on

I learn that the Holy Grail is gone

Or no one can prove the one they have is bona fide

How jewel encrusted it should be for what it meant in reality

Worn from the dust of centuries the curators polish up.

But jeweled in truth was all that Christ conveyed

Without ornate display, the touch of his hand upon the sick

The quickening of life in everything around him where he stood.

How sweet the lilies tossing in the wind

Their scarlet blooms and just for Him

In other news midsummer blues or how to view

The super rare phenomenon of the blue moon supersized

I drink my supersized lemonade and long for pale blue summer shade

On other planets far away…where indigo moths are drawn to it.

I want to stay tuned.

but the actual moon beckons outside the window

Glinting behind clouds

in overcast dreams I surmise, somehow

Are still allowed it in commercial space

And the tv seems so loud

By contrast and true lovers pace

In antique poems still mourning the moon’s inconstancy

Whether it be blue or rose

To metaphors bound in my shabby bookcase.

mary angela douglas 19 august 2024


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