it's not that I have anything really newsworthy to say
that I write this small poem for you today
or maybe tomorrow someone will find it
scattering in the wind
its own particular fairy dust and then
look up and recognize a silver light
is gilding the workaday clouds
you should know this now
before it happens that you have a cloudburst day
and cry like a child that the silver is flowing away
please understand before it happens
Light never meant to go away from you.
And God never did.
mary angela douglas 2 september 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem