I want to rest the rest elysian
To scatter the flowers as if they were stars
To go to sleep in a universe of flowers
To be reprieved from wars and calamaties
From gossip, from who is right
In the menial fight
I want to listen to the Holy Ghost
Pale green
To find my Home.
To live Unseen.
Mary angela douglas 17 march 2024
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