Whatever It Is

perhaps He is somewhere juggling doves and prisms
or we will go there later to see the orange grove turn to gold
in the next chapter

or in the rose or is it the cerise moment no one knows
if You ask them, he could suddenly be by your side.
you feel like a wedding bouquet

as if you were painted by Chagall
or in the museum the slightest ray of pink on the wall
let's you know no painting is ever finished.

still they try to bar him banish Him from the arts.
But He is art. whatever it is they think they dream in error
they may accomplish without Him

who made the Sun.

mary angela douglas 26 january 2020