I will write so much about your glory, Father
or at least every firefly word I can, faintly
like Pascal in the moment of revelation
except he was so overcome
he forgot to take notes
in an instant of splendor
there are no words
but if I could choose a dream to dream
and a lucid moment in it
I would go back in time
and look through the windows
and whisper like an angel through
the wind in the trees a marginal angel,
Pascal. for the sake of those who will come later...
Write it down.
mary angela douglas 5 february 2023;18 february 2023
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