forgive us Lord that so many things
seem infinitely more lucrative, you can't miss,
a sure fire thing
than your lovely banished Wing
still hovering near us banded with o! all rainbows.
what do we do we are like infants still
not knowing what we want
and cross with every thing
and spoiling our dinner.
let us remember Who you are
the One who made the Star, all roses
planets and ordained orchids and
that we should dream to ride the wind
I do. under the shelter of your Wing
and only then
mary angela douglas 10 december 2019
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