Bright Penny Rolled Out Of Sight

she wrote in emerald on the falling clouds
Goodbye to Oz, to the lavender teacups
in the china cabinet

boardwalk taffy and the Land of Sighs
to everything we were to the rose garden,
scented in the rains

this, my refrain, my canticle falls apart
in the naming of names so Beauty appeared to us then
the shimmering Christmas angels come to

gather us near too
early you cried and hid
in rounded handwriting

Scheaffer penned;
just so, our blue room dissolves

I cannot find it again

the only thing I hold onto
is our prayers back then, the lilied verses
when God knew where we were

and still He knows, though wild
the winds have torn us
from the place we loved

and oh eweet Dove of former remembrances
when will we be

bright penny, rolled Where there is only Light
beyond the music of Time.

mary angela douglas 27 october 2018; rev.2 february 2019