something the trees forgot to say
stayed with me throughout the day
in a pale green whispering.
did the birds leave
with no silver warnings
were they mingled with
the voices of angels
these things I pondered on
while riding the bus
or filing later in the file rooms
of the world
thinking of Aquinas
his angels whirling on pins.
what does it feel like
to be the one sent
with the earth shattering message
to be filled with that much light.
or stooping through an unknown doorway
all gold and ruby with annunciations.
we never talked about this in school
or sitting at the kitchen table.
sometimes I saw a glistening on the walls
when we were all home.
and my Grandfather spoke of the Resurrection
as if it were filled with bird calls
in the Arkansas woods.
mary angela douglas 26 february 2018
Dear heavens, I have stumbled across a writer who is going to be a legend- I was captivated by the first line and utterly under her spell by the closing of this write. All I can say is get thee to a publishing house. I am putting you on my Must Read List.
This is poetry at its best lyric full of rich metaphor simple elegant line Great write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifull.