the benediction of snows
the winter rose
no sudden showers of candy
courtesy of the dictators
the messages of stars
long past the time they are,
that they are said to exist
the secretly cherished cosine
the same in all languages
and yet, so different
that He abides with us
in the tremors of clouds
the secret Name said aloud
by infants in their language
the bright words on the page
from another age
that fly into the heart as if in a blizzard of wonders
and yet,cheerily warm
the soul.
the soul itself
that exists beyond the messaging of its light years
past all our vagrant tears
Spring itself
returning
in the Resurrection.
and fragrance on the wind,
nothing lost again.
the most beatific vision:
the friend of all Friends arisen.
mary angela douglas 8 april 2023
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