Here We Are Whispers The Soul

here we are placed in the often beautiful scenery

whispers the soul remembering the first glance of the moon

the reflection of light on the glass

here we still are loving the scent of grass new mown

trying to feel at home

still feeling, so often

miscast.

Eden is always vanishing like a mirage

you go to your job and do the routine things

but sometimes you sob sobs the soul

because of everything

how out of joint it all seems to be

then we remember nursery prayers

the feeling God is everywhere

even, even in this

wherever we are now

having perhaps

overstayed our dubious welcome

here, on this planet

always missing the cues.

mary angela douglas 28 october 2021