Psalm Untitled At The End Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

PSALM UNTITLED AT THE END
Only from You is there consolation
For the things we cannot mend
The things we cannot mend
That we did not break
But instead were broken for
Only you understand
How waves of beauty became
The waves of grief
And nothing we said or did
Could call them back
to the way they were before.
though we fly like birds to any distant shore.
What else was there to do
Our only consolation was You
MARY ANGELA DOUGLAS 23 OCTOBER 2023