the lilies had overflowed their banks in my dream
and they were all of yellow gold
and I said in a voice that was beyond my own
there was never before but once
an Easter like this
and I stood for awhile and wondered at the river of lilies
and what it meant and the scent of them
vanquished all the dark glooms that had pervaded
the poets in the past and I cannot say even so
to you in words how everything was lifted into the Light
I mean, everything.
mary angela douglas 6 february 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem