how is it You have lined everything with light Lord God
so that no matter what befalls us there is still a way home
as if you foresaw every impossible known emergency happening to us
providing the needle and thread, the silver thimble too.
and every war long in advance of its breaking out
all upheavals you have rendered useless by your Glory
by your hidden streams. your indirection.
so that even in our weeping
a provisionary sorrow gleams and
there is something glistening
so that even in your shadow, even if we should vanish from the earth
there is a plum darkness
where a lone bird sings.
mary angela douglas 15 october 2020
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