maybe somebody onetime had the following dream
of an era where if you said the name of God out loud
suddenly the line went dead
lightning scattered its purple light
over the meadows
and the flowers died to be with Him
children stopped crying in their cribs
if you said the word God
songbirds swerved out of the picture book sky
imagine. with one word
the crowds would disperse
and go into hiding
leaving the one who uttered his name
alone in the public square o my luminaries,
the stars to recede
and this was not a dream
this really happened.
mary angela douglas 5 june 2021;14 january 2022
No comments:
Post a Comment