Writing You On The Edge Of The Cloud That Flies

[to God, our Father]

writing You on the edge of the cloud that flies,
on anything I recognize as light,
I fold my words in half

paper airplane like
hoping they are jeweled
knowing that you will know

past all things

I love You
though I am small
to fit the crevices

of the earth
happy to observe
the gleam of a blade of grass,

a flower's repast;
happy enough
waiting for the dew that falls

to fill the thirst
of my soul

mary angela douglas 25 february 2016