In The Forest Of News I Pray

in the forest of news of the nearly complete devastations
this I pray: you find the fairy tale clearing;
that you get away from all this

as one poet said, if not one thousand,
too much for us
somewhere where the far cathedral candles of

the stars will not

burn down the inner landscapes holy; wholly
where you are, on every hand
the kaleidoscopes breaks forth;

their call not to jeweled alarms
in darkness careening but

only into singing
and Radiance, unforestalled.

mary angela douglas 16 november 2015