The Rose Window At The End Of The Year Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the rose window at the end of the year

we have sought to reclaim in the depths of our hearts

where the music turns into the single shaft of gold

the sequined and harmonic light;

the cathedral remembered.

the cathedral submerged and brought to light as though dazzling

in a thousand thousand mirrors and we are not ourselves alone

but the accumulation of saints of centuries and are not remaindered

and have not been left here on our own weeping for our no longer apparent childhoods

let all be fragrant and the green green woods

let Spring return held like an emerald set there in winter's demesne

more than a minor miracle;

I will I will be whole again

seeking in violet effigy the rose rose window of a former dawn

when all my regrets have fallen into that music and become

the Rose.itself the portal to the Son.

mary angela douglas 31 december 2020