remembering the days we spoke of the beautiful
not the useful the sky the colour of forget me nots
how could we forget
it seemed the stars never set
and we were all edged in light
and we said, beautiful, beautiful
God was the keeper of dreams.
then we were not in harness
sewing impossible seams
on the hook for crooks and crooks
no longer denizens of the shady nooks
but finding much comfort in books they spoke
of the beautiful not the useful
in another world
light's distances from here
in manifold years and years.
mary angela douglas 3 december 2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
God keeps dreams for all. We shall feel importance of God in our life. God grants his grace to impact us deeply. A nice poem is interestingly penned...10