Mary Angela Douglas
Alive - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
we make useful things: things that won't shatter.
we make useful things, things that Matter.
think of a wave on the sea, I said;
think of a butterfly wing
crumbling to dust,
they said weeping in lead.
you are besotted.
think of the rainbow edge
fluted along the floods
think of the mists that shrive
those in the house of sod.
and then the prairie rose
that no one has to mind
that glows in the mud
and the snow and the summers
these makers may stand and cheer
that long may their items survive.
but whatever is made by God
is the thing that has been alive.
mary angela douglas 4 april 2016
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