Wednesday, January 23, 2019

Losing The Beautiful Language Tear By Tear (revised)

do we live,becoming  the language of the beautiful
or hide under stones
fleeing His presence

in monotone content to get by
devoid of colours and all the whys
wherefores stashed

ccnforming to conform; avoid the lash
or at least, the gossips
demuring to be born and

saying no peacock grace
over His rainbow coded in the waterfall of tears
for all the listless years

not to understand
they skewed your music, being proud
where His footsteps bled into Space

am I allowed
given a trace of former majesty now
the little glow children try to replicate

in words or something

I want to say oh if I may 
kicked out from job to job
at times, from place to place

even then
I don't know how, I didn't
to live discarding the beautiful language

or do we go on, filling in the blanks, a blank ourselves cast down
by every miscast word
that calls us out of place

obscuring the seeing Him face to Face
we were born with-
because the only thing we've learned

from all the jobs we earned is
a heart beaten down by clouds
and how to be afraid.

mary angela douglas 25 november 2018;rev. 23 january 2019