if time were a spinning top we saw
forests as a blur of greens
the stars in between lost branches
it whirred beyond us
sometimes recurring in dreams
when we were not cut to size
by enterprise
if only for one instant we could stop revolving
to hear again One calling us
from the Beginning
and before
but we are merry go round bound
and carousel trained
we cannot see Him
shining in the rains, beyond blame
shifting the clouds.
mary angela douglas 1 january 2019
forests as a blur of greens
the stars in between lost branches
it whirred beyond us
sometimes recurring in dreams
when we were not cut to size
by enterprise
if only for one instant we could stop revolving
to hear again One calling us
from the Beginning
and before
but we are merry go round bound
and carousel trained
we cannot see Him
shining in the rains, beyond blame
shifting the clouds.
mary angela douglas 1 january 2019
