never are we to perceive the endings
in the clouds;
what if they never come?
the dangerous horses pulling the coach
from the cliff as the princess is waving
her handkerchief of finest mist
then falls away from the orphaned snows.
never in the clouds are we to let go
though everything we hold seems cloud-like to
the point of vanishing before we even know
what we have loved-
if we have loved-
mysterious God beyond reason
mary angela douglas 30 june 2013
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