how overcast the earth when men must keep their jobs
and let the Dragon live where what is to be done is nothing
but the lucrative
not mention to the one dim rising star
where God is I am though it be too hard
let brimstone leak where man soft hour by hour
let the Dragon the lost town devour
than speak one word of comfort to the few
who stand in wind and fire to spoil the view
how overcast, how sorrowful the Sun
that casts itself into a summer sea
and would forever for true liberty
and for the sake of love, Christ's love unending
lose all
lose all
lose all.
mary angela douglas 31 march 2020
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