English As A Jeweled Language Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Dead center of the heart true it is that
English as a jeweled language I have praised
I have defended as no summer knight
Sightseeing on a posied path
But as a guardian small guardian
Of a flame the world cannot douse
Now I find my jeweled encryptions
Decorating the caves of others
Farther behind
And I do wonder with what conscience
Can they steal even God's own jeweled lights
From the incoming tides and pass them off as their own
It isn't that I pray their plagarized sandcastles
Will be the first to go
But it is hard to see the rose
That blossomed in your own heart
So specifically at a certain time and date
Be deposed
In this way
And crucified.
Mary angela douglas 1 february 2024