The Promise Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

In the wilderness of the world
may you find only springtime
where there are howling wolves, hear only nightingales
even in your cell
may the living ocean swell
setting you adrift among a thousand gifts.
where blackouts stun the night
may your sequined wings take flight;
may you feast on mango light
in any kind of plight
gather lilies in the snow
because you know you Know
where you go,
God goes too
mary angela douglas 4 november 2023