Thursday, November 07, 2013
Shekinah How I Do Regret The Side-Stepped Glory Of Your Galaxies
how could we live that way at all:
leaving You out of the picture.
here's the picture frame but
somewhere on the wall right next to it is
a soft glory, a soft glory
we don't even claim because
it doesn't even register.
and it doesn't even leave a shadow
on our harm.
how could we live
not knowing You were
that soft glory always out of focus, somehow
always left out of the Family album the
family Christmas card: that soft glory weeping
we were still in vain
where we could not hear you;
dreaming we could feel but we could not
being blind to You shining
on the walls we only dreamed
we built when we were far
mary angela douglas 7 november 2013