PSALM UNTITLED AT THE END

 

PSALM UNTITLED AT THE END

Only from You is there consolation

For the things we cannot mend

The things we cannot mend

That we did not break

But instead were broken for

Only you understand

How waves of beauty became

The waves of grief

And nothing we said or did

Could call them back

to the way they were before.

though we fly like birds to any distant shore.

What else was there to do

Our only consolation was You

MARY ANGELA DOUGLAS 23 OCTOBER 2023