only draw the light from the wells of history
and from the working day
my angel confided to me in the depths of night
in the depths of night when I had small rest
when I thought of the long road back
the quest that once glittered
in the noon of the day
how time has passed as though it were a cloud
oh what outlasts it all
draw light she whispered
turn it all into the stars
mary angela douglas 23 october 2021;17 april 2023
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