You Throw Yourself Away Or Think You Must Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

you throw yourself away or think you must.
you who are made of diamond dust.
you, His heart's own core with daylight ahead of

blossom becoming apple in the setting sun
arrived at the terminal too early, don't!
the cliff is glinting always there in front of you but,

oh earth smells sweet, taken in both hands,
rich loamed.
you throw yourself away the farther from home

the better you say;
what's dreaming but a sleep, anyway
but I weep, -
'don't'...

mary angela douglas 16 august 2014