Thursday, November 16, 2017

What To Do When The Trail Disappears

sit down and eat the last of the gingerbread.
watch the map grow wings and rise up into the clouds.
set your watch.
sing lullabies to the leaves.
take the white pebbles out of your shoes
wash them in the stream
make an altar
I remember you Bethel
I remember you Lord God
how often you showed me the way
I am lost so lost even my shadow is misplaced
no one is coming to look for me
except the angels
and written in gold:
I will see You soon.

mary angela douglas 16 november 2017