Something good is always about to happen
Hidden in nets of gold
And then it descends
What a surprise you say to all your friends
Something beautiful, again
Something marvelous there is
About to be marveled at you
never will be able again to forget
Entranced by the shadows blooming into light
How can it be you ask yourself
In a language of sheer delight
When before I thought that Light
Was forever leaving home?
Mary angela douglas 3 february
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