anchor your stained-glass shadows in the grass
it's irised still, your Easter;
your heart is full of flowers.
the chill of the pale greens gather fast
in the woods and on the playground
at recess;
recessed in the stone
the Madonna keeps her smile
even in the snows that interrupt your aprils.
child.
hold fast the page that they would turn for you
and anchor your stained glass shadows in the grass-
the grass that blows when the
winds of His presence, pass.
you are the spring's cathedral
beautiful, wavering, there, in His looking glass-
mary angela douglas 19 january 2014; rev.20 november 2014
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