are we the ghosts of You, the vestiges
that we should flit so dimly lit between worlds
and uneasy;sad puzzle piece! where will we fit
unless we find the puzzle scattered as we are
lost between sod and star
how shall we homeward be
unless we take the train marked Christ
remembering Thee
even if the long journey through we only
stare at the rain soaked fields but then we weep
when coming into view we see we see
intensely green, the welcoming trees of Eden
mary angela douglas `18 october 2020
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