Flood Stage

are you lost in your own life
and the signposts down
the rivers slipped their banks

and drowned the town
and you're the ghost of your own Ghost
and look around

at nothing familiar.
does the water reach the porch
and wash your dreams

and turn to rivulets and then to streams
and then are you swallowed up
and have the blue prints turned to clay

and every day a link in a nightmare chain
rain and rain and rain
and no  tears are left

earth has become one weeping sea
and you're bereft and then bereft again.
come unto Me he said.

come unto Me.

mary angela douglas 1 september 2017