The Last Word Of The Poem Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

The poem of alpha and omega
We exist in
Each of us a world
A dream whirring in the
Eden of God
Waiting to be awakened
What shall we write about the end
Or say when there is no end
I answer softly
Speaking one last time perhaps
To the nocturnal winds
I have loved you so long
All you starry nights
How will I ever say good night to you
And mean farewell
There is no farewell
There is only Love.
mary angela douglas 30 april 2024