there is no brighter metaphor than Christ
though some would have you bury him pretending to be nice
and pray that you dont mention him again
he still will rise
the planets in his eyes.
the web of morning broken
by the pearls of dew
he weeps for you anew among wild grasses
and by a broken Garden
and right beside you.
why why do you deny Him.
imagine Him as AWOL in the world
what words are vessels for
they want you to ignore
who spoke the world to Light.
oh let it be.
they only see what they want to see
and spill the radiance at their feet so carelessly
like infants still unknowing.
mary angela douglas 27 march 2020
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