It Is All Candlelit And Cordial Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the heart that is not forsaken
must live somewhere
unforeseen and

in a glade so green
a cottage locked away
where roses always stay;

no petals,
fall- away-
and it is all candlelit and cordial

when the storms come in
all ruby candlesticked
and the wicks never going out

in a flaring, floating wind

there with embellished shadows
you will have no need
of ever looking back.

feckless and beautiful
with God as a fact
well established

the apple blossomed brightnesses
blooming oh blooming
the spindle alone

made of honeycomb gold
worth half a diamond breeze
and peace folded like a lily

near the hearthstone.

mary angela douglas 8 march 2018