Somewhere Music Waits, Hidden In Stones/From The Towers Removed Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

somewhere music waits, hidden in stones

for an Easter rising

and the saints in long surmising burned

relearn the mysteries one by laboured one

never to be forgotten again or

dropped along the way

in a diamond aphasia and in our ruined clothes

in the distance sown between

home and not my home with

the white stones garnering moonlight

for the mother of pearl, and clouded over. Returns.

through all rude silences they have kerned, in locking,

stalking the manuscripts they could not burn of

the genuinely shunned, discarded

and remaindered, stunned it is

is sewn together for the dying by degrees

from the peerless weeping,

sleepless handiwork of God

outlasting, having discerned it all

and we with Him.though beaten

into the sod, spurned gold.

then we will arise from former disenchantments

won, won! from the chilling, chilled,

the diurnal naves, knaves! of the cruel

depositions, inquisitions, dispositions

done.

from the bleak towers removed

where winters find their suns

and the mocked Kingdoms bloom.

mary angela douglas 9 august 2019

mary angela douglas 13 march 2018; 9 august 2019