Lord God, I will eat the air
your air, made of snow and flowers
it will be like bread to me
I will not starve
I will eat stars
the little ones that grow back in the Spring
I will not despair
others have lived on nothing
sensing the light of your shadow
around blind corners
and following the torn the tattered maps
they were assigned.
even at the edge and stumbling into pits
that others have made
phoenix light came and rested on my small hands
as thought it were
your first and mourning dove
mary angela douglas 13 january 2018
your air, made of snow and flowers
it will be like bread to me
I will not starve
I will eat stars
the little ones that grow back in the Spring
I will not despair
others have lived on nothing
sensing the light of your shadow
around blind corners
and following the torn the tattered maps
they were assigned.
even at the edge and stumbling into pits
that others have made
phoenix light came and rested on my small hands
as thought it were
your first and mourning dove
mary angela douglas 13 january 2018
