who prayed that our hearts would grow wise
and sprinkled with stars, rise in all darkness
I leave it to you to surmise
I know who prayed for me.
how odd we should start out at sea with them
and then find ourselves alone.
so that all men, even the most fortunate must grieve
must grieve.
oh pray for them who were taken from us
into their Heavenly home that they may know
our love is undiminished
and in new sight we know
they have not left us.
mary angela douglas 1 september 2019
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