and if God drops us down a golden
well, still He is the one retrieving
us and
we will shine
I sang to the golden air so late it seemed
in blooming on the Tree of Years-
and if the seams of the stars split
open just as you begin to see
so that you no longer find
your violet footing in the dark
still it is you in the Perseid showers or something else
illumined-
and no one else
and you will shine even
lost amid bright disasters unfolding you
unfortunate fortunate one
where He is making more
more light more
light
mary angela douglas 25 august 2012
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