still I will praise Your irrepressible Light
that streams unseen in the galaxies within the most petulant night
and on the underside of leaves, in the least living thing even in
stone and geode where the amethyst is revealed
in everything I think and feel
lining the dreams I cannot relinquish even in my latter days
or cede to any man, philosophy, circumstance at hand
that runs counter, seeking only devastation.
Blessed Eternal Candlelight never going out
nor quenched in the drizzle of the incessant vagaries of public
opinion;
posers striving to be perpetually in despair
I see the overflow of beauty everywhere
what can I do but praise?
mary angela douglas 23 august 2021
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