He is Who He is.
we didnt create Him.
how backwards the story
has become
and inside out
how will we wear our souls
how small are we seen from the other side
seen in the mirrors of our antlike pride
and gnatlike in the frame how long
will we remain
the Ice Queen's tiny puzzle
on a chain, the least
of all that He has made
in our ridiculous disdain.
how large His tears
that could all oceans make
and from all glaciers flow
flooding the stars
who do we think we are to barter him
for anything at all
who gave us everything
and never asked for it back
who flows beyond reason into the stupid cul de sac
where we abide and chide and chide Him
who is only Love
hurling our insults from which He cannot hide.
mary angela douglas 7 september 2019
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