Knowing The Heart Is A Sieve For The Gold Dust Hours Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
Knowing The Heart Is A Sieve For The Gold Dust Hours
knowing the heart is a sieve for the gold dust hours
that have passed if not the mind
I conjure still my waking soul to find
and so, commend
all emblems glorious and still Divine
however small my hoard
to shine, to shine again
oh through the murk of time
to line again with rose the possibilities remaining
to offer praise whatever may remain
to offer praise.
mary angela douglas 9 october 2023
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