We Leave At Your Door Oh Most High

 we leave at your door oh Most High

the conversations we could never have

with anyone else because they fled

we leave at your door instead

this code of tears

of the locust ridden years

we leave

and we leave again

the places where we have been

where only you could find for us the exit

from dubious and deceitful men

illuminated in a sudden ladder of moonlight

rejoice oh my soul for you were found whole

in the perfume of lilies, of many roses though

we had been led we had been led

where our footprints bled through a wilderness of mirrors

scattered and broken;

wild pretense!

and to the edge of being nameless,

but you said we could never be ashamed

though we were singed though acid curled

the edges of the last pictures taken;

the evidence, yellowed with age.

I hear the recording, departing angels cry:

you did not, You do not lie.

nor your beleaguered children.

mary angela douglas 16 october 2020