old coins I have found beneath the ruins
old coins not to save perhaps to spend
on finding the memory of God again
old coins like tears I could not shed
for the living or the dead
though each one shines a sunset tear
a single century or a year
near the aqueduct half washed in the seas
the sea of Time that's ebbing from me.
they shine with a familiar shine
they bear an inscription half Divine
oh where will I spend them
what will they buy
now that the night is drawing nigh
old coins I have found and wept to see
an odd inscription of love for me
a song half flung from Calvary
a patina formed by the years from home
a rose gold sigh on a foreign wind.
mary angela douglas 30 august 2022
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