Beautiful Obscurity Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

soli Deo gloria

beautiful obscurity I have come to know
the hem of the soul from the inside,
rimmed in gold

and in the waking nights have spent such coinage
on God, doling out the graces.
If they accuse, if they accuse you oh my soul

of not working hard enough God knows
what is made in tears.

through sheer curtains, the ice in the breeze
bee sting and honey in the same blanched hour;

building the blocks of abcs
with childish real intensity
though mockery seeps through

taking all from You

we vow to build anew, even overdue
even on our knees,
in beautiful obscurity.

mary angela douglas 19 november 2018; rev.25 january 2019