when you are far away
far away and standing still
to hear the slightest anything
a leaf falls to the pavement ringing
the moon sinking out of sight
and the frost cries,
unable to leave the winter ground.
this is the sound of the breaking
of your heart
by iniquitous courts and of
my standing by to hear the stunning
news that those appointed to judge
have been removed
and the advocate and the Father in Heaven
have arrived on scene.
and this is not a dream.
mary angela douglas 27 may 2016