there is no courtly love except in Heaven
or in books emblazoned with heraldries of the Rose
no Grail that now is not forbidden
no knights who bleed on holy ground alone
and yet
somewhere the realm exists
if we could unearth it
siglo de oro, ladder of sweet ascent
unto the ruined and shadowy choked off towers
long ago running out of rent
my horse caparisoned in emeralds
my home by the sky dreamed ebbing tides
I wait and I watch and listen
for Christ is riding by
saints on a path that blazing
could not abandon us here
we are surrounded forever
by those who raged at fear.
mary angela douglas 3 february 2023
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