trees stand still and so do I
clouds rest softly on a painted sky
when not a breath of wind goes by
who can sail those ships of flame
high above the earth's domain
when so stilly they remain
still the rose so rosely breathes
I breathe too the rose breath in
forgetting that the world will end
the world will end
yet all things
our God shall mend.
mary angela douglas 21 septemner 2022; 22 february 2023
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