make of a star the remnants of a day
you wished so hard the sun
would not slide away
make of the rose
a kind of entryway
these things are possible and yet
why are the nightmares
always so hard to forget
oh God.
open for us the wounded crystal door
we flee from things we hardly can ignore
open for us the breathing space of trees
and hide us in their gardens green concealed
that then with you
with forever we might not be seen
shade us in all the summer years to come
keep us from the winters so undone
though art is sweet
and beautiful, beyond retreat
it is a fleeting drum;
only You abide.
mary angela douglas 11 june 2023
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