there is a starlight of the mind
that cannot vanish over time
but only intensify beyond all former magnitudes
variegated and refined
of the red and blue the pink and the wine the chartreuse.
all strange colours over time made more and more
jewellike and laudable spilling out in little pink sapphire
glints of ice and haloed, snow misted
the Heavens crowning earth refulgent in amber.
Not city lights nor bright polluted sunrise or sunset can dim yet
their fervor in the mind since childhood twinkling
and wrought into a song we sang as if the star could hear us
over Bethlehem: provincial and healing
little as we were and loving everything that shines.
mary angela douglas 26 march 2020
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