gold is the moment then the moment
turns grey
cloud after cloud must I assay
when light is gone
faith carries on
pale is the morning
and the morning doesn't change
the sky distressed
and the blue diamond rain
pours into the streets
with a dreamless refrain
but faith and the music
somehow remain
naming the sorrow
that has no name.
mary angela douglas 29 august 2022
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