So God Can See Us From All The Way Up There

we'll make semaphores in the snow, lost angels
so God can see us from all the way up there
and swoop down, vast Eagle that He is.

we'll rig something up with the dolls and the bears
the celluloid pink plastic mirrors of our childhood
reflecting the solar flares

or Mardi Gras beads brought back to us from New Orleans
by a favorite favorite teacher.
or we'll divert the streams

into the mossy hinterlands
where He casts his green green shadow
among the trees and longs for His own shade

and drops his golden apples when He may
and keeps on demonstrating Gravity
as if Newton lived again or he missed him.

or maybe He's just a friend to us
children playing tag in the apple orchards
or waiting for summer rain lagging in this heat

and thirsty for lemonade
we wish we could pour out
for Him and the Baby Jesus.

mary angela douglas 20 may 2020