Oh God Let There Be No More False Alarms
'underneath are the Everlasting Arms...'
-The Holy Bible
Dear God, let there be no more false alarms
ever widening the fissures of the surviving
though flowers be massed on sudden graves
and the edged winds blow
sharp frost around
quenching each radiant corner of the mind.
let your fierce kindness stand:
bearing the small injustices away that hurt
as much as the great-
assay Eternal Spring after the short
winter of the world
that we live daily.
forgetting to turn the page
we are locked in it still
not seeing there is no door now
and no guard
the winds having blown it all away.
our backs to the ruins
we can just walk free
mary angela douglas 28 february 2014; 8 november 2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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