Let Us Become The Hidden Things In The Picture

let us become the hidden things in the picture
that we may find grace for the wanderer
in his day.

the storm clouds hover about him,
the small winds play
and become devastating.

let us be
angels on the underside of clouds
where the light rays pierce through

slanting to the ground like rain.
let us become balm for the
unauapwxrws pain, relentless;

the bruised roses
emitting small perfumes.
and to the children,

the toys that give delight
in a foreign room;
the small candies they

have hidden in their shoes
on the evil day,

the pebbles white
containing the moonlight
slipping away

let us become the bright things in the picture
in the opportune moment disclosed

that they may not wander
alone.

mary angela douglas 28 april 2017