You Were That Child Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

you wanted a rose red sign from God
His signature rose
so many times

on the way home or to and fro or the mist clearing just
as you hit the service road to hike to the early morning
bus with that chill air still nightfall everywhere

Orion visible, your leading star.
remember Whose you are the predawn
whisper of the trees

then you could feel between worlds
and not in the workplace anymore.
and who could make you feel small then

when everything
came to you on the winds the star breathing winds
prescient with snow colours pasteling in the picture books

you were that child
seeking that kind of sign.

mary angela douglas 30 august 2018