And Grieve No More Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

In the wastelands of my heart
A small bird sings
Unconscious that on the horizon
The sun is falling down
Unknowing, rhapsodic is his theme
And soon the light will fade.
Why cannot I
In the midst of gloom
Take up again the song I used to sing
With clarity of falling rain
With the green woods surrounding me again
Without revealing any pain
Sing the sun back into the skies
And grieve no more.
mary angela douglas 20 april 2024