Wouldn't You Like? Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

wouldn't you like

to be God's kite?

I would!


with spots of gold,

a pale green butterfly aloft

in His sure hand


to float above his trees,

his dreams of trees

his dreams of trees themselves,


dreaming.

and it is Spring.

and you pass through pink clouds,


your colleagues.

past iridescent birds

then you remember your golden spots


turn turn on a green wind.

why not?

my friend.


mary angela douglas 16 april 2019