IN RETROSPECT

 

IN RETROSPECT

I stood and I looked behind at the road

Of brambles I had tread

And wondered how 

My feet could bleed

That much

And I not dead

I counted up the leaden loss

I weighed each mile and what it cost

How still I seemed to be

A little child at sea

All I had I gave to Thee

All I had I gave to Thee

even though, imperfectly.

mary angela douglas 31 march 2024