to you whenever you are walking
underneath the starry or
the starless skies
where fountaining trees cast
flowers before you
where your kindness may be suddenly
not mirrored
to you
whenever you are
waking or sleeping
whether you dream of
the end or the beginning
whether you are clothed in
light or sudden confusion
whenever you are at
the entrance or the exit
may you stand always
in the circumference
of so many angels-
mary angela douglas 30 august 2007
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