I Am Going Away, But Not Now Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I am going away, but not now
To the final land of mists and separations
To the pearl enclosures of the Beginning
To be turned into starlight, moonlight
Whatever it pleases Him
A white rose shirring a little girl again in a pale blue shawl
Shedding petaled tears Or the great snows minutely
keeping his music boxes in order who
For the beauty of perfection
left us here
To wonder at the mists
The final separations
the afterwards to the chapter book
the future closeness of the constellations.
mary angela douglas 31 may 2024