my soul is a traceless wound
a bruising of stars
a trial with no witnesses
a tree of clouds where birds
are singing cloudless songs
a shade drawn against the sun
a fire stung by air
a rift within an
imaginary family
a sadness of inquisitions
no broken thread of remembrance floating
on the beautiful finger of God-
mary angela douglas 24 december 2003
copyright 2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful finger of god, good writing, thanks.