the sky is a tear that will break the dam
in midnight hours
when there's none awake
and roses quake already in tune
with the darkening sun
eclipsing at noon
the birds grow silent
expecting doom
and no one no one is listening
out of the sky came the hand of God glistening
trying to save us but no one saw
trying to tell us
abandon it all and flee
my children my children who listen to Me
all things have sorted the leaves from the trees
in a gust like thunder
the sense of unease
all things are silent
shut off the computers and your tvs
listen my children oh listen to me
the hour is coming o run from the seas
I need you to hear me
to hear my plea
the winds grow strong.
it won't be long.
what's coming is coming,,,
oh hear me inside of the darkening squall
the sky is a tear that will flood almost all.
I love you.
mary angela douglas 24 june 2023
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