under the words of silver
into the gold of song
I have cast my weighted griefs
and very long have longed
longed to be home in all of that
the worlds beyond the world
the story's martyrdom refused
ever since I was a girl
all else expire in wind and wave
but let the harp be saved and saved
reprieved from wind and war and flood
and strung alone for the sake of Love
for the sake of love let these words be
one leaf on the tree of Poetry.
mary angela douglas 15 august 2023
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