See, where He traces in the skies
the maps of stars for us to go by
and tribulations cast in stone
the anchors of our grievous sighs
Cast off!. my soul-
shall not abide.
mary angela douglas 24 october 2022
note: original title was to my father with dedication reading for Robert R. Douglas
some problem in this needs to be fixed it doesnt sound completely clear, I mean it to sound like a send off for my father I couldnt articulate at the time of his death but in fact my father and I did NOT have this kind of relationship although I did pray so many times that the hour of his death would be free from fear and I did remember a conversation we had once about the Resurrection, that this was the main point of Christianity: Easter, the Resurrection and the sun was setting a faint pink in the skies and we were outside on the carport talking as it did so. That needs to be in the poem.
I keep thinking of the word l'envoi that goes in the front of some rare books...
Pilgrim's Progress??
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