blind on the glass in a sudden shaft of fifth floor reaching sunlight seemingly locked by the screen the small flies newly hatched have gathered
I feel such unease made helpless
by things so small as these unsummoned by me and I think perhaps a metaphor for the nagging
worries has come to be for my Divine illustration, illumination
this last day of April
why do I have such unreasoning fear of the small winged creatures clutching here in the updrafting winds
I fear they will breach the latch and uncontrolled
fly my low vaulted ceilings and disturb my soul. my fragile sense of order
yet once inside they leave me alone seeming to seek the heights
such as they are in aerial displays ballets
some navigational pattern home.
I don't know how to regard them half caught half maybe not
on their seemingly summering breaks
if there is some warp in the window frame some gap unseen
they may overwhelm my small dwelling but that
Thou Oh Lord keepest them at bay and all the crouching winged
and lingering fears
and make their path away from me on tiny wings of tulle
more clear.
that they may find their Heaven too.
mary angela douglas 30 april 2021;rev. 6 may 2021
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