child from the careful tower you'll keep watch
and pray and dream and live your stories through
and they will not come after you
though their horses flash silver, thundering;
how mirage like you will see them pass,
missing the entrance and the winding stair.
and though they search, o everywhere,
thinking, there the treasure is at last,
God Himself
will confound their paths.
mary angela douglas july 21 2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stellar crafting...fine use of imagescape...mellifluous structural flow throughought...Impressive work, indeed ~FjR-'16~
Thank you for the kind comment and most especially for using the marvel filled words: millifluous, imagescape and stellar. I was thinking a lot of the Psalms when I wrote this and of God given imagination saving us in childhood and thesee things fused all of a sudden. Thank you, again.