THERE IS NO WING CAN SHIELD US SO

there is no wing can shield us so

than steadfast, the wing of the Lord

the wings, green as the rustling trees

blue as the fleeting skies that house the clouds

the sea in cadences

in the dire hour, the rose still blooming

sans the choir, still the quiet voice inside

the reassuring one, guilded, guiding, the sudden moonlight

on the obscured trail and we turn

and not to no avail

and hear almost His sigh

his Hush now, Hush thou

at our dilemmas

and our cries

and know, he is near

He is nigh

at the end

there is peace

and all all

along the way.

mary angela douglas 24 january 2023