Easier Toward The End Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

maybe falling asleep is easier toward the end

just like a cloud upon the wind

when raindrops scatter spectrums

falling asleep may not be hard

golden ladders in the yard unroll

and softly steps the sole of the Soul from

rung to apple blossomed rung

whispered the child is this how its sung

fairytale peal to peal

forgetting what is real or what was

widely thought to be so

letting go like the sun leaves the sky

whenever the moon is standing by

in the ultimate snow, relinquishing

the need to feel, the need to be

here, what was thought to be, alive.

looking Eternity in the eye. new

blossoming.

mary angela douglas 4 september 2022; 27 february 2023