All That I Can Say

clouds accelerate to rain
and I on the porch of the world again
not their person of means,

practically houseless,
shadowless, dream

how backwards they would wind the clock
to resume the old myths that every time the
weather shifts, it is the old gods arguing

but I will not pray like them to the skies,
nor to the earth, not even to roses
when I know the God of all holiness

is real and Love itself
Christ died to reveal.
Dante said the Love that moves the sun

and the other stars.
the Bible says the one who knows our hearts
better than we know ourselves

each word before we speak;
the one who holds all depths within Him,
the shape of Leviathan. the memory of tears.

why look elsewhere,
I cry to the shining years
to the waning days.

why looke elsewhere
is all that I can say.

mary angela douglas 25 february 2018