over the frozen landscapes of this earth
oh Lord the gethsemanes you surely know, have known
the unfeeling gardens the numbness of the mind
the heart shut out in the dark
with the door slammed just in time
Lord God please cast your golden Word again
that we may live despite all calumny despite the slicing winds
that mock us in our flights from place to place
all those who live within Your grace
yet have the Snow Queen world hurled in their face
let the race not be to the swift
but to those who cling to Your Mercy as to the sinking mast
of the last ship
and the court of last resort.
mary angela douglas 8 april 2021
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