writing in silver script on a perishing moon
was more than enough to keep us occupied
though hardly a career move;who cares
we came for other reasons
rechristening the ballads, making the shipwrecks shine
lamenting the kingdom of beauty
has passed;that the kingdom of sadness
may arrive, but the waves repeated themselves
and the skylarks;we dreamed that Beauty was still alive
and awoke in dungeons assured
that Christ was still beside us
all the same
and love to sorrow wed
became His name
magnified in the Resurrection
breaking great doom into
many small pieces
shattering forever the gloom
with heaped up flowers.
mary angela douglas 15 may 2023
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