Writing You On The Edge Of The Cloud That Flies Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Writing You On The Edge Of The Cloud That Flies
[to God, our Father]
writing You on the edge of the cloud that flies,
on anything I recognize as light,
I fold my words in half
paper airplane like
hoping they are jeweled
knowing that you will know
past all things
I love You
though I am small
to fit the crevices
of the earth
happy to observe
the gleam of a blade of grass,
a flower's repast;
happy enough
waiting for the dew that falls
to fill the thirst
of my soul
mary angela douglas 25 february 2016
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4/26/2024 4:33:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
happy to observe the gleam of a blade of grass, a flower's repast; happy enough waiting for the dew that falls to fill the thirst of my soul.... such wonderful innocence in your poems. i love it. thank you dear poetess. tony