Mary Angela Douglas


On An Easter Feeling - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

lost world returning to us, again


with the severed pasts delved into:
God's diamond hoard has been revealed
held fast through unrelenting harm
in the perfect hour of His abiding Aprils=


and His wild heartbreak, tamed.

the tear in the tissue of gold is


mended-
the long-knived traumas tallied now-
in Sapphire sum.


the opal stitchery is done
on the long-lost book of sorrows
and all the pages lapped in pearl are
rustling here:


their linen rainbows bending never again
mirage-like, weeping
through the courts of no resort
unpublished.


listen, I think that I have heard:
the purple of evenings
that never were
no longer hunted down,


the summer fern uncurling in the cooling mist,
the sand of former planets sifting through,


stars in the crooks of twilight's trees
singing now,
like birds…


mary angela douglas 2 april 2012

Topic(s) of this poem: Hope


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 2, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 23, 2014


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