Child Of Immensity Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

child of Immensity
you who cry in furtive corners, fiercely, why
do you know

pure gold is showering upon you
in the strangest hour
when you are abandoned, kicked

silently under the tables
of seeming grace.
one day the reel will break

the film not take your image anymore
and you will be at Heaven's door
and you will see with your own eyes

all that you felt inside
and became a bruise
bloom like a rose

bloom like a rose
Eternal

mary angela douglas 15 december 2016