All Things In The Morning Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

all things in the morning will shine again for you

though every path seems useless

and almost nothing true


though with your heart unevenly

you try to see things through

and what you make with your own hands


every tide comes through.

still all things in the morning will shine again for you

and all that's latticed one day


will open to the dew.

and everything will bloom

and winter will not be


nor thorns nor endless curses

nor ships lost on the sea.

and weeping in a land of drought


will never never be

the way it was before you learned

there is a God that bleeds


for each and every lost thing

and every single wound.

and you will find the morning


and not the dread of tombs.


mary angela douglas 26 september 2019