St, . Francis All Alone Before The Canticles Poem by Mary Angela Douglas
St, . Francis All Alone Before The Canticles
I sought the consolation of the world
and found it brick-bat hard
and God said: by whom shall I comfort thee
by the little stars I said by the brooks from
rivers fed by the birds in exorbitant song
by all of these
and on my knees I cried.
knowing my lot was to be the Comforter,
and not the comforted.
mary angela douglas 30 april 2020
Monday, May 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,birds,god,hardship,saint,song,weeping
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