PSALM 139, verses 7 through 13...
regarding populations, sociology at an end, or how I felt living in public housing for the elderly these fifteen years
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living in the bright impairment of the world
still our wrecked ships deem they are wrecked
on the shores of dream and so, survive
half struck by lightning
half struck by the Divine
and so we seem to sail
above the endless prisons that the world entails
who read the constellations
when all else fails, impoverished magi
and bear the imprint of so much beauty;
and o Christ, not the nails
though beggared beyond belief cast out
nearly in the streets
sorted into a population by over educated thieves
depending on income, age or lack of situation.
the soul rings on in vivid imagination
a bell once God has struck
can never be unsung
can never in those half cobbled categories subservient
ever, my friends be struck dumb
buried in the categories
some would say the catacombs
to which we never belonged.
nor the Living God assigned us
bearing as we did, so much Light.
mary angela douglas 27 august 2023
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