without mincing words just let me say
God and His Son Jesus mean everything to me
and if you want to laugh at me for saying that so plainly
in a poem you will not faze me with your modernity
or post modernity, whatever that means
your erstwhile sophistication high above all yokels
as you deem yourself to be.
what's being laughed at compared with being eaten by lions
as the early martyrs were
who sang holy golden praises in front
of jeering crowds before they were devoured
what's being laughed at compared
with the Lion of Judah
inside me
with the One who made the stars.
and called the poets into being.
who was, who is, who will be
root branch and leaf
of Poetry, the living founder.
without whom, we would all be mute
our harps, our hearts useless to us
and braying.
mary angela douglas 29 january 2023
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