oh God wedged in this slightly dingy place
oh I praise you that I am still alive
and that the cracks in your ceiling-Sky
still let the light in which does not subside
so that here amidst your blues and greens
and even the obscene crimes of this world
we know that souls on fire in their beatitude
may still look down on us,
and long for Earth;
ah, clouded in mists
when viewed from afar
and the Space capsule door ajar
in dreams,
perhaps the astronauts wander home
and are given cherry pie
once more
that doesn't defy gravity.
mary angela douglas
mary angela douglas 15 may 2016
oh I praise you that I am still alive
and that the cracks in your ceiling-Sky
still let the light in which does not subside
so that here amidst your blues and greens
and even the obscene crimes of this world
we know that souls on fire in their beatitude
may still look down on us,
and long for Earth;
ah, clouded in mists
when viewed from afar
and the Space capsule door ajar
in dreams,
perhaps the astronauts wander home
and are given cherry pie
once more
that doesn't defy gravity.
mary angela douglas
mary angela douglas 15 may 2016
