(For Carolyn Hooper)
I thought I saw the glens of night
and all former loyalties had melted away
only the blood of Christ became starlight
and shone over fitful Caledonia
but oh the scene shifted
and the angels took flight
where are the glens I cried
in more than song
and what was all this for
if Scotland forgets her King.
ranged on no altar now
I see again those who bled and died
who pledged their honor and lost everything
I thought I saw the glens of night
and all was quiet where once there were scars
what was won in enduring love
can never be destroyed
I heard the noise of waters then
the many waters gathered of the saints
who said this is true in the glens of night
and when the mists are rising after all.
mary angela douglas 16 august 2020
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