TOWARD YOUR FARTHER SUN

only vanishing is real, altenative

whenever the world or those you are with

tragically without warning

choose darkness over light

threatening to engulf you,

you with your one star

vanish vanish away

there are escape routes into God

where the rains have washed out

every bridge

the thought of God

sweeping you toward green pastures

away from the disasters

what once was known

as the night of the soul

has now come down to this 

luminous sudden doorway appearing

feel yourself to be clouds veering way

through the blessed and sudden peephole 

into the panoramic day

the miraculous winds

where you may begin again to hear

the music of angels coming nearer

or all that I can say is nothing

when the eclipses come

except oh Father in Heaven

please help me

please help everyone

green plants pulling up roots

toward your farther Sun.

mary angela douglas 26 november 2022;7 february 2023