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, June 08, 2017
My Small Boat Over The Sea Of Dreaming Glides
my small boat over the sea of dreaming glides night after night and since childhood on the tides I sense but cannot see until I close my eyes gone are the old lullabies still my boat sails on until dawn. mary angela douglas 8 june 2017