walking on infinite waters I sink down
lost like Peter but unable to make a sound
what is this fresh trauma of wind and rains
that mars my vision of You oh Christ again
so that I faint in this oppressive hour
riddled and riddled again by sneering power,
the belittling.
catch me up lightly for I would be thy cloud
floating above the vindictive and the proud
knowing to Whom my dreamfilled head is bowed.
mary angela douglas 14 july 2023
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