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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