To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost in their own way: the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Douglas.
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Thursday, May 12, 2016
a temporary brightness clouded our eyes on the blind way home; we thought it was you, o Lord, because it shone. not always is it your gold that beckons us, but even so- reminding us of You, it glows. mary angela douglas 12 may 2016