under wide Heaven
such a narrow strip of land
sometimes oh Father
all we have is Your Hand
your hand to snatch us
from the assaulting wave
we cry from the distance
oh God please come save
all that is left here
last leaf on the tree
oh God my Father
remember me.
mary angela douglas 31 july 2023
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