A Christmas Card For My Sister Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

more even more from the distance, childhood,

the red rose white rose storybook cries

shall we pay attention



and turn the page at the angelic chime renewed

we shall

with every clearing sky still note



the blue green fir trees

and the Christmas surprise

that everything we dreamed



was dreamed for us before

in God's surmise.

oh let us colour in the Star



above the mild manger

the startled shepherds

and the songs of gold



the harps touched in the soul

we thought had died

or been covered up



with the latter snows.

let us plant the flag of no retreat

and let the tiny silver trumpets blow



with hollied wreath and mistletoe



around the saddened the sidereal worlds

all these images more beautiful hurled through Time

above the insistent, the wondering night on hold



here we will pray before the closing

of earth's small day.

among the oranges and the peppermints



with all our hearts

and on the toy pianos plink again

the symphonies of our natal joy.



mary angela douglas 24 november 2019