DEARLY I HAVE LOVED ILLUSIONS

 

DEARLY I HAVE LOVED ILLUSIONS

Dearly I have loved illusions

Not losing sight that they were illusions;

I would not follow the mermaids down

Knowing that if I did, I would drown.

But something of illusion

Glitters and is innocent in its beckoning

Fragile and fraught; defiant as roses in a winter scene

And Christ Was such a  Rose so I believe

rooted in our long sleep

And sing at Christmas most fervently

Most merrily, to Christmas keep.

mary angela douglas 3 august 2024