living an exiled American life
I carried gladly one spark
of the light of Heaven
tuning my remaindered harp
casting imperceptible music
into the void of all conversation
gaze in your own heart
Yeats said
the holy tree is growing there
and I say, softly
yet with resolution
even if they think your
ship in a bottle is going nowhere
one mere iridescence
floating from a quarter strand of
your unremaindered soul
matters more than an entire country
mary angela douglas 7 july 2008
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