leaving to stay alive
I mean the Soul, alive in my Soul
it is often necessary
so often necessary
as clouds leave the skies
as rain leaves the clouds
as the consciousness in dreams
subsides as
into vaster oceans
I'm not a shiftless person
to protect where God resides
in me, like a flashpoint
a vivid Beacon guiding,
illuminating, sweeping me away
from what is untenable
in codes I must defend
I must give heed to
or perish too early
never rising again.
mary angela douglas 27 november 2022
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