Skipping Song From A Former Age Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

skip out on the dew swept lawns

my child my child

there where the orchids wild

endorse the moon

my child my child

there where the ghostly

hum no tune but bright angels commend

my child where the ancient harps

are ringing

there beyond Time

and belllike, singing

pass from the world so dark and grim

pass through a Dream that has no end

pass from the fleeting, Born of Him

my child my child

mary angela douglas 27 november 2022