sometimes the heart drifts crosswise against the sun
in a dream in which there's nothing to be done
sometimes the heart.
is still and thinks it has died
when desolate news comes to it,
before Eastertide
and life is not alive oh then
the heart could fall from great distances
never to be revived
foundering on the cliffs with none to see.
oh God please rescue me Who alone
know all that can be done
to wreck the heart before the dawn had come.
mary angela douglas 4 november 2019
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