(again, to William Blake)
a door opens in a cloud
when we say the name of God outloud
a flap appears in the sky
revealing fire rainbows when the wind lifts it
painted there by the high sign of the sun
around and through hexagonal crystals..
where will I sell
my painted enamelware
not door to door
or anywhere at all
it's layered colour on colour
finger painted joy, , .
she will revert to toys now
prognosticators say
in a psychiatric way
having no other language
to beg people to revere them in
but who asked them in anyway
my mind is sound and clear
and limpid, not-my-dears,
though you won't say so
so why would I hear them
hemming the music so it will fit
their rudimentary concepts
who do not fear the waning year
or that the clouds will drift away
I was only here to say for a little while
let beauty unfold
like God when a cloud door opens
like a rose, the Original one
and joy is tipped flame to flame
you know like Pascal found one day
in remaindered sunsets
I have been one embroidered on the sun
I have been one long acquainted with Grace
you say whenever,
disregarding the cafeteria crowds,
their quizzical faces-
you'll say God's name outloud.
till He shakes the rainbows
out of the clouds.
mary angela douglas 1 march 2018
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When we say about God and his name a door of eternity opens in sky and in cloud. This is definitely very true. Embroidered sun with rays of his grace appears and shows path in this Earth. God is greatest power. We feel his grace. This is a very deep and excellently penned poem that has spiritual insight...10