when everything seems washed out by the floods
and all the colours of all things feel washed out too
and you stand watch with flickering lantern
over the bridge that is no more the ghost bridge
and see lost soldiers over the ridge
into the mists of where they were before plunging
and with their wild and stricken horses plunging
into the wars before world without end
dont you pray some angel comes with a radiant message
closing the door forever on all sorrows.
between right now and all tomorrows.
mary angela douglas 27 august 2020
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