I reached the high snows of
Your heart and
knelt in the blue
shadows
there was no contravening wind
light froze everywhere in
that one moment
but my heart never stopped beating
mary angela douglas 10 november 2007
To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Young- Douglas. Copyright 2006-2023, U.S. and International Copyright all rights reserved by Mary Angela Douglas