I DREAMED THAT GOD WORE A WOUNDED SKIN

I dreamed that God wore a wounded skin
almost an animal skin comprised
of all the wounds that were ever felt of

you and I or devised
like peacock eyes the wounds were open
and ongoing. majestic and terrible

I dreamed this was a cloak he wore
that fused to His invisibility and Light and more
that could not be burned off because he would not let it be

until each child's misery came to an end even the smallest
bird brambled cut
and this was his defense against 

the taunts of the Enemy of those

who thought he was the origin of pain and willed it so
so He carried Himself and was His own mystery

by His own perfection by his all seeing Heart
and Eye 
and this was the coat he wore in season and out

that kept on growing and that he felt what we felt
all of us each of us and all the time and so specifically
each recorded in His skin: lash of the day

eruption within, uprising chained and muted
so that the coat kept growing through all
the sad disputes of his existence and our wars

He was our scars completely

and He moved through time and space this way so slowly
with the wounds seeping and each one fresh as the
day it was made

and that it became Him more and more
He was so one with it 
in such a specific way

that when we prayed oh Father help me here
all the wounds sprung fresh tears
and He named them, name by name.

mary angela douglas 22 january 2020