we search for what is fallen apart even at the very start
to bring the snow child back to life
is to endure perpetual winter
who could pay that price
and so when spring with her lilacs
sings we mourn
against the grain of things.
forlorn it is and always was
to seek from others hidden Cause
the heart must know what it knows, alone
though the snow melts at the poles
and floods it all.
mary angela douglas 29 july 2019
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