Pastorale Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

PASTORALE

one by one I lead my word-sheep on

it's almost always april here

the small lambs bleat about the place

I call my poem and they are happy to be poem sheep here

because, touched by Grace

whether or not you may like the poem- or not-

my sheep know

that over the silver hills in the moonlight glow

I will lead them safely, softly home

and home shines like a pearl

near at hand as much as it does

a land at great distance from us now.

mary angela douglas 27 june 2021