does light grow, does it have roots
can it become, does it have shoots
is it restless like a stellar tumbleweed
,
does it need more or float like a pond lily
it seems to me
it only Is. beyond all shores known and unknown
a kind of benificence on its own, an attribute of God
that if flows not only to the green tendrils
though we cannot see it do so
sometimes a net caught
on the waters
threaded with gold, light appears to be
the shining of the Sea
which could not shine alone
a blue line in a green wave approaching
I dreamed like Dante
Light was a rose
forever unfolding
scented like stars
or snow.
I dreamed it was healing us so
in our sleep
even through unaccountable weeping
and when,
we arose.
mary angela douglas 25 june 2019
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem