God On His Long Trek Recognized

is the gold of His tears remembered
slipping from the sun
from distant clouds

from everyone
from leaves the colour of honey
is He letting go

of all he knew of us
before the rainbows set in
or can He be a friend

to us
who turn the other way
as night can turn to snowblind day

where it is continuing to snow
and cover our tracks so
that it's needless looking back

and we can't hear Him in
the arctic winds, His colours
brandishing weeping weeping

in the borealis
for it is no dawn yet.

mary angela douglas 5 january 2016