To Modern Psyhology: Keep Off The Jeweled Grass

I wonder how it is oh most inexact and  contradictory science 
you could ever imagine to map the routes
Almighty God has taken through my mind

my soul, which you barely acknowledge at any time
the unexplained detours the inexplicable dazzling of the
pavements of diamond

the dizzying swaying bridge over my own
particular Amazon with its hibiscus groves
its foreign birds weeping in multicolours

and the scarlet ibis flown.

the sudden ravines, the abandoned houses
with the windows broken in where the crabapple blooms
have gotten in; where the sweet honeysuckle twines

by the playground swings. so many things you'll never
find the codes to and this sign says KEEP OUT.

do you think you can trace the circuit of the sun
before human history had begun or answer the parables put to Job
and do YOU know the storehouses of the snow

and where He keeps his springs which bubble up in me
continually and are anything but aberrant.
take your unjeweled periscopes home your clinical
all assuming stares

and leave me alone in the lemon groves with my Father of Lights
you cannot even begin to know the way we have taken
through prophetic nights and the Magi did not listen to you either

whoever you think you are blind bat or mole ferreting it all out
or if they had, they would have missed the Star.

mary angela douglas 24 may 2020

with the single exception of the wonderful Carl Jung.