If I Lose The White Sun Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

IF I LOSE THE WHITE SUN

if I lose the white sun

as it appeared to me in dreams

amid blue icicles and near the holly bushes

of home if I lose the white sun

as it felt upon my tongue and at the precipice of

certain words

known only to the Holy Ghost

if I lose the white sun

the endless firs, unfettered, the lacework factories of clouds

the sound of water far from the realm of speech

I will break down in grief

as if were a child

barred from Fairyland

a saint, from a long envisioned Heaven.

mary angela douglas 5 july 2021