Cut To The Quick Of The Living Word Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to the poets afflicted in the Word

cut to the quick of the living Word
we strive and crave the waters
crashing through the gates

though gashed by a guarded silence, well-enforced
by the heartless sinecured, forever on the prowl.
oh, laying the jewels and end to end this way

may we be blessed even without bread
with few friends or none at all
to find the music that departed Eden with us

magnified at last
in the full mirror of His shining

mary angela douglas 8 august 2014