The End Is Coming Like A Sunset End Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

The end is coming like a sunset end
But the sunset has sunrise to begin again
This is how like a child I think of the end of days
Or my days
Of all the labyrhynthine ways, the mysteries
Alpha and omega to me
Spring has its winter
Winter has its Spring
And we though we appear ephemeral
Were not made to disappear
Its written in the stars my friends light year to light year
For us, for us there is no end.
And all the vanishing Beautiful whispers it's so.
like the songs of snow.
We shall be renewed.
mary angela douglas 9 march 2024