The Phrase Where God Is Glad To Appear Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to Nadja Salerno-Sonnenberg, premier violinist

(sostenuto)

looking out on the hills of glass
the angel of yearning cried
it is time only

we were not ready only
holding in one hand
the brief flare of music

in the other a cloud too
dense with dreams

looking out on the hills of glass
the warriors of beauty
cried

in one eye, a tear:
to drown the whole earth;

in the other,
a brief flare of music
a brief flare of music

mary angela douglas 1 december 2009