Silver In The Rains, Candle In The Dark Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

We are wearing ourselves out on trivialities
We who were made in God's image
Who bear the clock of life within us
The possibility of mirroring
All the beauty of the earth
And answering it back
In even a whisper
I an made of trees of the green and blue of everything
You have made, of light
Of air, of all that glitters on the waters
And bud like any blossom
Again and again like a music repeated
That is cherished
I am your daughter
I do not forget that.
I cannot forget that.
Lord God.
Made for infinity
Happy as apple blossom
Or lark.
Silver in the rains
Candle in the dark.
mary angela douglas 13 march 2024