Balm Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

BALM
I will crush lime flowers with candula
Golden honey and balm of skies
Orange blossom winters and rose budded
Lotions
The lily salves,
That He may rise
Over the wounded earth be gathered
At the tomb of our True Love
Angels of mercy and consolation
For the Saviour, for our Dove.
There is the balm for the King of angels
There is the ointment gold and sweet
Here with my tears
I come to wash now
All the sorrow
From His Feet.
mary angela douglas 1 april 2024