Lord God.
how you endure
waiting for the tides to turn
returning all things to you
each splintered domain
each picture frame of your first Creation
the green leaf in its first imprint on the day
and our tired hearts gone so far astray
you would have gathered in at any time
but we were blind.
our blindness you must endure as if it were your own
even Light cannot comfort you whom you loved first
before all else
nor my poor words though how I wish they could.
mary angela douglas 19 July 2021
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