To the Russian poets and all poets;the shimmering, undefeated "cloud of witnesses" who conveyed at great cost the connecting idea between Heaven and earth. And most of all, to the poet from the former Soviet Union who, dying, in prison, wrote his final poem in his own blood on the wall: the single word, "Hope". Whole-hearted To the Triune God in memory of Mary Adalyn Young- Douglas. Copyright 2006-2023, U.S. and International Copyright all rights reserved by Mary Angela Douglas
Saturday, July 25, 2020
You Will Be The Violet Shod
you will be the violet shod oh with a nod and you'll
go dancing on o
you will be the garlanded the heralded
the lilac sprigged and you'll go dancing on
you will be the rose bright maids the gentle brave
in light and shade
summers lemon skied parade
while you go dancing on o.
prophecies may come and go
all I know in drifts of snow
still I can see with brimming eyes
that you'll survive, and so alive
as you go dancing on o.
mary angela douglas 25 july 2020
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