where there is light, there is God.
where there is darkness, there is God.
where there are the borderlands of mist
and the grey fields streteched to the limitless curve
of infinity where there are no walkers there
there is God.in the parchedness of it all or
in the hidden forest pool neglected
in the ripples of green trees upon its surface
in the October losings of the leaves
in their dizziness ascending also in
descending there is God.
in going down the notes of the invisible scales
as if we were made of crystal and birdsong
of incomparable music
and that, echoing on in Space beyond the hearing of any man
to His pearl ear attuned
there is God catching the music in His hand
there is God beyond beyond what we don't understand
though we walk on mosses as if they were velvet
what we are commanded to by ruffians
in infrared or indigo or in the pleating of waters
by delicate winds there is God again and again
Christ walking on, through all the spectrums world without end
and never to our detriment.
mary angela douglas 22 march 2020
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