for Christ the Lord
my heart, my dream, my radiance
the key breaks off like
wax
fullness is not gathered-
holy image within image
if I could break all their
mirrors designed for looking
past you--
the soul of my soul in
weeping endlessly
configures endless light
mary angela douglas 5 april 2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem