(to the poet, William Blake)
why do you listen to the minor prophets
when you could listen to the King
I heard my guardian angel sing
and sigh,
over the field of fruitless enterprise.
then I saw rise again or at least His topaz shadow,
tyger ringed,
Christ in his full maned glory while we wept
flinging over us imperishably
the radiance of all things.
mary angela douglas 26 january 2021
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