there are those who identify diamonds
inspecting them under a spectral light
so that they may more freely
crush them into diamond dust.
should we go quietly
summoned under moonlight
or should we pray
all night on our knees about the new Gethsemanes
that we may be delivered
from such as these
should we leave overnight
the unbaked bread
the droning words they gave us to recite instead
of the ones that well from our own hearts
should we allow and allow and allow
the kingdoms of the dark.
how can I know
when my own crushed soul
is bleeding continually
God save us from the unseen petty tyrannies
from those who slaughter and yet
we are still alive.
my God how long all saints have cried have cried
under His crystal throne
sometimes I think the world is on the brink
and Jesus will come to see it all
hidden behind office walls
in the schoolroom, in the hall
everywhere the wolves devouring the sheep.
everywhere beleaguered people
failing to fall asleep for dread of the next work day
while those with invisible truncheons
wield their power
every bloody second of every hour.
mary angela douglas 30 august 2019
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