Restless (Final Version) Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Restless (Final Version)
('Our hearts are restless, till they rest in Thee'
St. Augustine)
sometimes the heart must find rest
from all the questions that it cannot guess
from the quest that keeps falling apart
sometimes the heart runs out of homelands
is tired of taking a stand
is a nameless guest at a nameless feast
and can eat nothing
it will starve watching only the night skies
waiting for signs
oh that it could rest from all contrariness
that it could find a home under the small ferns
where it would be always, Spring.
mary angela douglas 24 november 2021; 30 march 2023
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12/21/2025 10:40:27 PM # 1.0.0
Very good. This brings to my mind the saying of news commentator Paul Harvey, 'The rest of the story', it would seem that we do not yet know - or have - the 'rest' of the story, but we do have the ability to trust that the rest is out there, in the future, coming toward us all. Very nice poem.