so what if the facts have marshalled themselves against
beauty, truth and goodness prevailing
let fact float away
and let clouds rule the day;
the shadows of the imperilled orchards.
all seems transient
yet what men die for
but it isn't transient in the least
what men have striven to say
in a dire hour
and not for peacock display
so ring the hours still
though cathedrals vanish into God;
poised on the cusp
of obliterating snows
though words
in all that melts may go
even so though not a trace remain on earth
the heart recalls them in a second birth
reciting them in heavenly verse.
mary angela douglas 26 july 2023
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