why should we make and remake ourselves into a product
is this the fruit of civilization, of all learning?
the reaping of private tears?
the harvest of all our years?
we who were full of clouds and stars
already we are branded
on the unfathomable mind and heart
of the Living God
how can this possibly not be sufficient
Imago Dei!
my soul cries out among the duly numbered;
yet we would be herded and played
mumbling among the demographics.
indistinct, ticker tape for the blank parade.
fodder for the city planners.
let me not bow down
to the shadow puppets.
let my darlings not be rushed and crushed
oh no, by the status quo, leaving all the wild greenery behind.
seeking safe corners to die in.
let us be so beautifully remiss
on this or any other cattle call
though we are turned to stone
still we will be His own.
mary angela douglas 1 february 2023
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