to all those on the rack of uncertainty
at random hours of the day
who want to say finally in any
language that could be understood
why is the ground shifting ever and ever
under my feet;
what could have happened to the magic wood
my wishes vanishing under the cherry boughs.
how can this be withstood
the sudden breaks in the sentences
the crackle of twigs the ice storms flown in
the telegrams sent but none there to receive
the house lifting up on a dark wind
landing, set down abruptly just
Beyond
all, all the emerald cities until Then
so that you only say where,
where are you
and out of reach of
the skies so full of stars.
when will I feel again even the
wan sunlight on the path
maybe you asked
chilled in the colouring of leaves
deceived by every premise deserted by every belief.
oh I promise you that in the codes of God upended
suddenly it may be revealed:
the diamond eye of the storm.concealed
and everything that was torn
by His love mended.
mary angela douglas 14 october 2019
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