we wade through miracles in despair
and search for Him everywhere but
where He Is
and counterfeit bliss and hoard our days
while gold around us strays
whole and entire
and we aspire only
not to feel pain only
not to be blamed
for what we can't control.
and whisper the word Soul
as if it were anathema
or the bride in exile
covered in mock orange blossoms
what does it take really
to be by His side
in the dappling dawns
and candlelit within
surmise
this is my only Friend
and to transcend the
prizes of a charm school world
collecting shells and facades
charades, the data input
and the pocketed pawns
I used to know His light on the slightest surface lived
and could not be dismayed by lies
who wander blind now
waiting for
the blizzards to come
in the unknown countdown
of remaining days
thinking I see
my paper heart fluttering away
from me
dazed,
my house in ruins.
mary angela douglas 4 december 2017
and search for Him everywhere but
where He Is
and counterfeit bliss and hoard our days
while gold around us strays
whole and entire
and we aspire only
not to feel pain only
not to be blamed
for what we can't control.
and whisper the word Soul
as if it were anathema
or the bride in exile
covered in mock orange blossoms
what does it take really
to be by His side
in the dappling dawns
and candlelit within
surmise
this is my only Friend
and to transcend the
prizes of a charm school world
collecting shells and facades
charades, the data input
and the pocketed pawns
I used to know His light on the slightest surface lived
and could not be dismayed by lies
who wander blind now
waiting for
the blizzards to come
in the unknown countdown
of remaining days
thinking I see
my paper heart fluttering away
from me
dazed,
my house in ruins.
mary angela douglas 4 december 2017
