clare in Heaven sought to know
would Francis remember her somehow
as the girl she was now again
facing the road of pearl.
would she know him
and would he have become
himself the canticle of the sun
she cried.
for what they had won.
and because Assisi seemed seemed so long ago
when vows were young as though it were always Spring
and for this reason too that they were recovered now
each from their separate way.
each now, coming home.
with aureoles of gold
and far from the long exile.
the music of this is not written but sung.
mary angela douglas 18 july 2020
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