to some He gave the language of clouds
high banked and violet;effulgent rose at the End
to some He gave the wind for a friend
barreling through and fern green as all beginnings
to others very far the bright and evening star
the wish to be invisible granted.
the echo of Christmas chimes in summer
reading the classics undercover.
various gifts the angels received
but to us, to us children of rust and dreams,
He deeded everything.
mary angela douglas 15 january 2021
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