I have written these words and if you find them like a lost penny
like a star broken in two
part of a blizzard at your window if you have one
a small bird piping like a flute then you may know
Heaven has many messengers
the angels have peacock eyes
your distress is duly noted and not for the files.
for those who are brave despite falling down
despite having no one to reach for them and pull them up
to stand I know it does not seem so to you now
and perhaps never did
every crease in your soul so called malingerer waster of taxpayer money
saint in anguish in anguish in season or out
every knot in your stomach
every miserable look your non colleagues ever gave to you
is written oh yes it is written in the Lamb's book of life
in silver and gold in the rarest inks
where God weeps over it
night and day
and cannot be comforted.
mary angela douglas 16 august 2020
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