as though a pebble should speak to a Star
so I have prayed to you , Lord God
a mud puddle to the Sea
remember me the wild grasses cry
when the wind roves
one petal of the Infinite Rose
I was
if that at all remember the raindrop
over the Falls or at least, Niagra freezing
and I with them all, the other drops composing the Whole
or under the microscope a mere glint of mica
from the vast and cosmic field
regard me accounted so I may be:
no matter how small
how retrograde a stone
still accounted as your own.
mary angela douglas 28 april 2021
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