over the chasm separating them from Him
as the skies darkened, the wounds incomprehensible now
Father he cried from hour to hour
and as a later music said, the angels turned their faces
toward the face of God
away from the core of misery.
what lightning brightness, speed of sorrow sped then
in their kingdoms
but anguish has its own suns too
and deserts of remembrance.
soon not soon enough
through tribulation won
his phoenix soul arose
the Rose of the Ages
and all the stars restrung.
they cried then, the angels
and earth was green again
mary angela douglas 23 july 2017