Let It Be Song

let the buzzards depart
let them careen over hell
not this place in blues and greens

we had come to love so well
let them fly and let them die
who come to claim us circling

doggedly


before we have arisen
Lord God Lord God
let your livingness be seen

let every cell burst into a lily
with the fragrance beyond dreams
let every tear burst into a stream

of balm of the balm of gilead

and every note that You redeem,
let it be Song.

mary angela douglas 6 may 2020