Dear God Lift The Lid Off The Box I Am In Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

dear God, lift the lid off the box I am in
and let there be Sky.
again.

soft clouds, a little wind
and friendly trees.
I'm squeezed in here

with unexpected critics
and I can't breathe.
dear God, oh please

fashion for me little ladders
that they won't see
(but I will)

wove of a golden cord.
and I will ford little streams
for You, later on;

though to me-
they will seem Seas.

mary angela douglas 24 april 2016