God's own children stumbling into language
are we half-blind, self conscious, stammering
laden with impediments of our own making?
never mind, He wants to hear it all
through His great craving ear of
sheer pearl. waiting...
to Him, it is music though we quarrel among ourselves.
making our own distinctions.
to Him, it is song. He Is without ranking
whether it is a sun breaking into myriad
jewels on the Infinite waters.
or not.
mary angela douglas 11 october 2014
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