holy freedom cried in a cloud,
the one that Blake sent
when the winds were soughing
green-starred,
forever at the beginning of all things
I wonder where you are.
holy freedom dreamed apart
far from the frontiers
where they thought they gathered gold.
and the children weaned on your fairytales no longer
your bright blue that I held in my heart
wandered in a technical wilderness and cried
in the valley where the lilies hung their heads
and sighed not only when the winds blew
where are you
where are you
mary angela douglas 20 june 2013
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