The Ash Tree Is Weeping I Said to My God

who else can I talk to about the clouds
about the reasons saints felt clouded over
though the sun within their heart

still shone from the ikon in the corner
in the Cinderella corner, shards of the golden ash
the ash trees weeps in the picture

and I have bound fast the pictures of your Heart
though they came out dim
dim are their rainbows

not their promise
who can I tell what I have found
in the grey edges of the world dissolving

the borderlands as they used to be called
your light neglected the gold of my soul
gathered not even as trash

and in the gutters of the page
where last my heart bled
the space

the miracle
where multitudes are fed

mary angela douglas 19 october 2018