Breaking Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

Breaking



it's in the quality of the falling snows
and I cry from my knees
who is the King of all this delicacy;

how can we know Him?
fingertip pressed to this vanishing;
rose in a forgotten book forgotten

we may be or not be
but is His kingdom far
as star from star in the purple glaze

wise men asked and so I ask again
of evenings when I am aware
the wind stirs from pure regions undisturbed

above the broken body of the world
along the limbs of leafless trees in the park
and something silver shines

over and above our wandering
a something we cannot touch
said our mothers lest

we break it
and no one hear it breaking like a Heart

mary angela douglas 29 june 2014

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Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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