on the way to the possible,
impossibly I found
everything I wished for planted underground
planted without light or shade
in the darkest earth
waiting for the warmth to come
and uncertain birth
oh dear Father of my hopes
you who guard the sun
grant that I your child may be
not so quite undone
as to give up dreaming
even at the end, that
all the hopes I planted,
all, will live again.
mary angela douglas 28 december 2022
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