far from all exhortations let me live
close to the cooling streams You made
far from the clanging bells that cannot save
far from the endless blind judging the blind.
let me in fields of green reside and in the shade
nor face the smiles that unmade all You made
nor face the weather vaned who call and call on your sweet Name
but who when I call for the least injury
cannot be found at all.
mary angela douglas 14 august 2020
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