The World You Were Whirled Away From Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the world you were whirled away from will remain
even if the ruby shoes wear out and no
yellow path stands open to the sun.

viewed from so far when the wicked sands run
through the Witch's hour glass
the world you were whirled away from will become
more beautiful still, mired in the Past

even when, arrayed in her silver and rose,
the good witch Glinda fails to show up
with useful benedictions at
the critical moment and you will be

weeping such tears of green-

yet you will hold your former world unseen
and in your sleep a lost emerald star will shine
indicative of an infinite Love
to light the skies you were

torn away from-

mary angela douglas 9 february 2005l28 september 2023