O Sorrow Sorrow I Heard Soft Angels Keen

o sorrow sorrow I heard soft angels keen
that one hand washes the other
in world wide poetry.

so harshly singers vie
the crumbs of singing left
we gather up for God;

for God, leaving you here,
weeping, for the second and third
meanings of words.

for God
is singing meant.

but here, lament;
and off chance lead you to it, then,
record my lay:

the heart of song is sorely bent.
what else is there to say.

mary angela douglas 14 december 2015