I looked beyond the little grille
that covered all the starlight still
and in my dream I turned the key
to set myself at liberty
for God is brightest out of doors
beyond old fortresses and more
I sang unto the grasses tall
and little flowers one and all
oh God in Heaven from me please take
the shadows all these prisons make
that I may breathe the starlit air
and find no reasons for despair.
mary angela douglas 18 december 2022
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