We Don't Always Live In The World We Think We Do Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

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