mid flood, praying for the rainbow aftermath,
covenental Beauty
I barely stood yet standing took to flight
and lifted by the sifting of the light
believed again in infinite Mercy.
so should it come to pass forever
when holding on at last
we find the opal portal to the sun,
the Son!
the green leafed hour of the Dove;
reprieve:
the end of being shunned.
mary angela douglas 23 october 2021;17 april 2023
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