to my friend from long ago Melanie Lee Bernhard , in memoriam
a sea of days in which no land is sighted
we faint through clouds
and cannot touch the ground
no parted waves
and former dreams indicted
and all we read
a tear blurred page
a sea of days how can dry land appear
amid such weeping as to compose a second sea
a third sea gathers there where God is grieving
and floods eternity for thee.
mary angela douglas 12 october 2023
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