it's the beautiful heartbreak seen from Space
like snow that's driven from place to place
as if in exile once again
from the bitter winds that Winter sends
and we are sheep without a fold
or we are ships without a hold
and carry love in vagrant hands
to God our friend through shifting lands
and fall and stumble on the way
as Him who bore the Cross that day
who sees in us though we can't say
His heart live on in smaller ways
thus we draw courage from His well
though all on earth should turn to hell.
mary angela douglas 30 june 2019
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