lost in the sea of your attributes as they composed them,
the Scholastics, I push the books away
and think of the very day the very light of Very Light
the eternal Present I feel without reading another word
The Word lodged like a dove in my heart
I would fling it out into the open air
leaving all words behind in some new greening of the earth
for the Love that's guilding everything right now in the illuminating air
beyond beyond all categories and most, beyond despair.
mary angela douglas 22 january 2021
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