under the spiraling galaxies
lodge no plea make no demand
learn to live in a hidden land
not to speak in the startling winds
only to weave the moonlit Strand
deeper than ever and stronger than time
the golden song and the silver chime
into a music none can fault
the hint of His heart so finely wrought.
mary angela douglas 11 february 2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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