Mary Angela Douglas Poems

Of all words I think I would choose the word seraphic

on a day of gloom, in a trying moment, spurned
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my shield my sun my Light of lights
my kingdom come my flight from flight
discerned, unearned in every age
my Tree of dreams
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after some time

spending all your days
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sometimes within us, an interstellar light

floods the flood plains of our inner sight
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for Virginia Woolf

exquisitely, so beautifully how she lingers
in consciousness even her shadow brighter than Light
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Within the difficult moment
There is always an escape hatch
There angels wait
And beauty quells the sorrows
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we broke the beautiful language

because we were petulant, bored with ourselves
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not everyone will stand

some people will sit
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Music so often
The reservoir of God
When the shadows have crept in
Music, hearts ease
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the reeds on the outer banks
bend into a coral light
and ferried from sight
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