An Alternate Ending Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

What if we only heard the Christmas angels singing
The ones we thought we heard in childhood
At the so called End of the World
What if we heard the music of the spheres
Long years centuries aeons philosophers dreamed of
Right in the middle of work
Coming in over the speakers
At home, in school, or maybe at the shopping center also
Mulling over the question: nectarines or tangerines
Or both
And suddenly we are filled with flowers
We are the bouquets of the living God
And He plucks us all and carries us home
And we smile through the window our flower faces pressed to Eternity
At the gently disappearing Earth.
Mary angela douglas 2 february 2024