To God My Father in Recedng Starlight Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we too shall illuminated be

your manuscripts, beyond receding starlight

there, corrected in your hand perhaps John Donne would say

has said, will say again

to our lost shreds of gold, our last

sweet reds and blues of the birds and flowers in the margins

and flight and bloom of all the hours

we have spent on earth not knowing truly who we were

we are your own

in gold leaf or in stone

brief hearts under the moon

in Christ, at last

emerging from this tomb.

mary angela douglas 5 october 2021