oh God, make time rewind to Kiev in honied sunlight
golden as a tower, a dome
to Russia in accustomed Spring
no drafts into hell
oh Lord you have said please say again that all,
all manner of things shall be well.
A second spring approaches
why must the young go down to death
the old men and brave
with flowers budding
the birds again flocking
the shells about to slay
why, how can it be this way
still the sound of rockets
of death machines for the strays
renew your rainbow covenants with the orphans
let heavy grief run away oh how how should it be
still, this brutal history
again we kneel before your gates
no longer that modern and on our way
oh let the miraculous come to stay
we give you our hearts and forever.
how much more can we say
in this Spring weather.
mary angela douglas 1 march 2023
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