The Silence Of Roses Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the silence of roses drinking in rain
I have held in my soul,
my soul a bouquet,

and the fragrance drifting to Thee
on a stellar wind and in a faraway,
the one painted blue

and laced, with bells.
then it seemed the rose leaves were ringing

each one such and a velvet sound
and there was thunder all around
and thimbles scattered

where we had been sewing the earth
to the skies
and Grandmother called us to dinner.

then I was in the shade
of Your Shining
of the long ago sun

the roses drinking in rain
and the afternoon come and gone,
in the garden of our backyard.

this is the garden of my heart,

the one I was used to then
when everything was "begin"
and then you will learn your part

the shadows of it laced with bells;
little wishing wells glazed
and all my wishes made

and granted as they were made
on the instant,
all our songs a bouquet

white lilies and the first profession,

mary angela douglas 2 march 2018