how long ago the Star rose over my heart
on the long plains of God
in a cold that could not be reckoned
by the best astronomers.
it's best to avoid detection
traveling here
where rival kings have
something else in mind.
we are still fugitive
under starlight.
the sheep around us,
uncomprehending;
the blaze of the heart at lowest ebb
trembling once more for
what was said by angels
on a bus stop kind of night
on an indifferent street
in an unremarkable year
in the sleet, perhaps,
that suddenly cleared
mary angela douglas 17 december 2015
on the long plains of God
in a cold that could not be reckoned
by the best astronomers.
it's best to avoid detection
traveling here
where rival kings have
something else in mind.
we are still fugitive
under starlight.
the sheep around us,
uncomprehending;
the blaze of the heart at lowest ebb
trembling once more for
what was said by angels
on a bus stop kind of night
on an indifferent street
in an unremarkable year
in the sleet, perhaps,
that suddenly cleared
mary angela douglas 17 december 2015
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