sometimes walking, dreaming I'm walking
on pavements dark with rain
I turn into a dream passage
and I say I pray to you oh God
where are we this time
and what is time
slow the metronome
that the notes on the piano
may break through into some timeless
avenue of shining
where nothing is due
nothing can be approved
but what you have always decreed
let time slip from me
that I may not anguish know
on these dark pavements
that I do not even know
as no locale now beckons me home
no locale but You.
mary angela douglas 19 august 2023
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