All Prayers Under The Sun Came Down To This One Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

sometimes the heart drifts crosswise against the sun

in a dream in which there's nothing to be done

sometimes the heart.

is still and thinks it has died

when desolate news comes to it,

before Easter tide

and life is not alive oh then

the heart could fall from great distances

never to be revived

foundering on the cliffs with none to see.

oh God please rescue me Who alone

know all that can be done

to wreck the heart before the dawn had come.

mary angela douglas 4 november 2019