Thus from the ashes, the fairytale tasks are done
The riddles answered with serene alacrity
Summoned, not even the muffled drum
And good by evil is not overcome
Beauty not waylaid
Truth is not undone
We make no case
For our defense is sure
Who bow down to the ground
Because the Lord is pure
Trustworthy, well at hand
And we are on His holy land
And joy to see the burning bush
Still burning unconsumed
And Lazarus, dear Lazarus
Emerging from the tomb.
mary angela douglas 7 september 2024
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