There are times when truly it feels
Like you resurrect us every day
And what the day began in anguish
You finish in joy
To you, o Christ
What can we bring
What offering for this
That in the desert times
You still Spring Forth
Covering the skeletal lands
With fresh unaccountable flowers.
Lifting us up to drink the honeyed waters
Clasping our hands.
mary angela douglas 19 march 2024
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