Monday, January 13, 2020

Till We Are Not Ourselves

to William Blake

some miracles lance the heart of God
his children striving after bread
when they on manna long had fed

or choosing wilderness instead
some miracles in the circus bred.
sustained by grace, dissatisfied

departing from the Shepherd's side
to seek false sponsors as our guide
wed to denial as a bride;

unleashed His tears, in our floodtide

the wave the wave going over.
thus does the course of history wind
and choke the living tree to death

and cloud and cloud the mirror's breath
till we are not ourselves.

mary angela douglas 13 january 2020

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