Mary Angela Douglas


And This Is Music - Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

[to God our Father]

this is to the One who caused, who causes
music to arise though He is denied
He cannot help but Shine

above our tormenters rising
early or late from unexpected
corners to deride, to hound us home

thus, bitterness is sown
and the whole vast earth a lemon grove
frozen over besides.

once the lane it was lined with roses
where the larks sang and there was
no need to lock and unlock doors but now

our honeyed Springs gleam past;
just see how Winter soars and will not let us go
and we live snow to snow or, if we can

wherever we reside and fret
His instruments and cannot rest when
the noise comes thick and fast

the storms, our agonies abide

from which what other reprieve, repose
can ever shall ever be found by us
except that You bright Singer of the real

the only ground
of our being
cause us, bless us, to resound

and unaccountably to feel:
still. There is Beauty.

mary angela douglas 17 february 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: god, grief, music, poetry


Comments about And This Is Music by Mary Angela Douglas

  • Brian Mayo Brian Mayo (3/4/2016 12:23:00 AM)

    Above our tormenters?
    You mean Christians?
    Believers?
    Your poem is very good, I'm sad you're feeling persecuted. (Report) Reply

    Mary Angela Douglas Mary Angela Douglas (3/4/2016 12:33:00 AM)

    The key to this poem is in the dedication to Our Father in the context of the whole human race, the whole human experience and life in general, the torment of life, the difficulty of life in this world and surely you know through your own life that torment can arise from any corner from any person irregardless of what they believe there is that much cruelty in the world. I am not writing from my own experience alone but reasoning from personal experience to the universal as in Emily Bronte's Poem No Coward Soul Is Mine. I know that whatever I feel others feel as well. This is not at all about religious persecution it is about human cruelty and rising above it no matter what form it takes. It is not about religious wars; it is about human suffering and the God given gift of Song as deriving from the beauty of God as source to help us to transcend and to find rest from all our afflictions no matter what form they take or from what sources they arise. It's kind of you to be sad for me but rather instead be sad for all of us since I wrote my poem in that way. I do appreciate your kindness. I wanted to convey the feeling of relief and deliverance from God which I personally experienced in the last two weeks due to extreme physical pain and duress from illness. I wrote this poem through that specific pain.

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  • Kewayne Wadley Kewayne Wadley (3/3/2016 11:57:00 AM)

    Very humble! Well written!
    Thank you much for sharing
    Reading this piece filled me with life
    KW (Report) Reply

  • Barry Middleton Barry Middleton (3/3/2016 7:36:00 AM)

    Very spiritual. If we could have just that in the world, an appreciation for Universe, God or whatever we choose to call the Cause of all things, if we could have that appreciation without the divisiveness of religion and the personification of a deity, the world would be a much better place. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis Edward Kofi Louis (3/3/2016 2:59:00 AM)

    Unexpected! So is life at times. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Ratnakar Mandlik (2/17/2016 10:28:00 PM)

    Amazing flow of the poem is one of the plus points of the beautifully penned thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 points. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 17, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 28, 2016


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