they said Sail! but there was no sea
so I walked over the air to Thee
they cried Fly but I had no wings
still the moon kept binging me silvery things
they asked of me what I never give
except to Christ for as long as I live
Die said they but I chose to live
and weave my words out of crimson and cream
and gaze out the windows of everything.
mary angela douglas 19 january 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem