into our wilderness you dropped the golden orb of song
it looked like a lost star fallen from a cloud and wistful and
strange
until
someone picked it up
and began to play it as on an imaginary violin
or a child skipped rope in a deserted parking lot
and sang to it at dusk
thinking it was a friend
how did you Lord God grant to us such music
banished as we were from your Eden
except that truly in your heart
You never banished us at all
mary angela douglas 18 june 2021
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