for John Donne in his devotions
You my metaphor, robed in gold
My Light My Night
my new and old
my Spring My Winter
in repair
the ghost of Beauty
everywhere
though I am mocked on every side
and in my tears left to abide
I know that You my tower shall be
beyond the lies of mimicry
beyond the clique's door
clicking shut
beyond the fear of mold and must
my Diamond and my star removed
the witty marking
Christ's own fool.
one of an abandoned tribe
a poet seared
a friend denied
still I wait and not alone
where You remain
my only home.
mary angela douglas 11 October 2019
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