When We Stood In The Branching Sun Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

When we stood in the branching sun
We did not know our race had begun
We did not know
Lifting the shadows from the hill
You were with us even still
When in the evening we could not stand.
Time has measured such a span
From then till now
Though we falter, fall and cry
Like wounded birds from terrestrial skies
The flight of the soul is undeterred
We lean on your imperishable word
And long for Easter Tide.
mary angela douglas 8 march 2024