Roseate Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

could I find in the fairy tale wood

a beautiful something understood

not spoken



could I speak and learn the writing off the page

the Christmas pageant in the margins of the Star

could I speak of where You are



a different way I never thought

on days of play

but I was in this anyway



this play, this sparkling understood;

to learn that language,

if I could!



or try to

I would venture all

though I am counted very small



as small as I, can feel the wind

through all the pines and whisper then

oh I will I will try again



to speak what roseate words I can

with just a twist of a sleight of hand

unfold the rose, unwrap the stars



oh Father, I know who you Are.



mary angela douglas 7 december 2019