After The Celtic Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
After The Celtic
my shield my sun my Light of lights
my kingdom come my flight from flight
discerned, unearned in every age
my Tree of dreams
my uncaged Cage
my rift in waves that overtop
my gaze when blinded
my drop by drop of honeyed Time
and o most kind
my Lord my God
my flowering rod.
mary angela douglas 9 may 2023
The human body reminds me of a cross. Where the vertical axis crosses the horizontal axis, the heart is pulled one way and another by conflicting worldly and otherworldly forces. One could say that the soul is crucified by being incarnated in a vessel subject to desire and decay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 9:41:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hello Mary, I am sorry if my first comment struck you as thoughtless. After reading your poem I wrote down my own casual observations on the symbolism of the cross, but I did not consider the deep feelings you put into this poem. I'm sorry