Im going through too much upset now
to be a reliable witness
I think I say I said or would
in my courtroom imagination
watching too much Perry Mason.
I'll get by and so will you
inventing laws that dont offend the skies
so that it rains and then it floods
and then whatever you think it was
it doesnt seem it will ever be again.
how many lives do you live till the Kingdom comes
not even saints can count that far.
what kind of math is this they teach us then
leaving too many scars
so fastidiously some could reach the stars with it
but it still doesnt answer the question how
or why we linger on earth
when we feel that we could die too easily
from monstrous lies
and if someone let the light out of the Sun
and it's all drained out.
and we are residual light
losing its right to immigrate here.
what CAN we know but God.
here where tears are canyons.
and relief from them is being dialed back
by unexpectedly and unasked for
masked and now unmasked
cruel leaders
Lead us not into cruelty
well let's depart
and find another well made Ark
built to God's specifications
it isnt our country anymore
where monsters know the score
and we're left in the waiting room too long.
I dont know how to write this song
much less sing it.
But I know God made the earth.
whoever thinks he owns it
is a fool
that we will find it easier to leave
than anything we have left before
God is real.
and more always more
than loving.
and we, his doves
will fly to him
in any storm.
they can dredge up.
mary angela douglas 12 august 2019
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