I Lost The Upper Register Of Angels Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

I lost the upper register of angels
And cloud formations colour on colour piled
I lost the greening of the leaves
Wild strawberries and all I loved as a child
And summer's ease departed and the lemonade shade
In a nightmare kingdom where I could not stand
And where I fell as into a whirlwind
And naught and naught could I command
Thinking my harp had left me
And drinking only salt.
Look as far out as you can to sea
To ghost ships and no horizon
Dream as deep as a well can be
And there were no images.
How I came back recalled to life
I cannot say
But God Himself restored me to
The Living Day.
The raspberry taste of joy.
mary angela douglas 10 march 2024