who had written on the page of morning
this sky as bright as yellow diamonds to our eyes
and factored in the rose wave glowing
and sent to us the birds in silver disguise
and singing
the night has passed; arise my child.
Him will we follow and not lose the thread
of all the beauty said and left unsaid
and sense the ranging tenses of His heart
wherever we may go;
whenever we must depart.
mary angela douglas 2 february 2022;20 march 2023
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