there is no launching of despair
upon the beautiful waters
only intransigent, golden hope
can carry you over the crumbling stair
can carry you, ferry you over the ruins
and set you on a greening shore
and that is why in a doubting age
dear Father, I only love you more
a cynical, proud and dystopian age
can never to dreams aspire
it's hope you need to weather the storms
and quench, impervious, all the brushfires.
so if you say in a postmodern age
I'm the poet of dark not bright
Im telling you now
you're at the wrong house
all my life I have fought for the Light.
mary angela douglas 11 march 2023
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