Follow The Lantern Bearers Out Of The Dark Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

follow the lantern bearers out of the dark

I whispered to myself, to my own heart

follow the Magi where the cold winds blow

over a desert no one else could know

follow the beckoning of the living God

faint though the glimmer is that you may lodge

far from the dubious, shifting cities of men

farther than ever, deep in the realm of Him

whose house no man could dare to build

whose blood was spilled

that we might find out of the muck and blast

our true haven come to pass.

mary angela douglas 20 january 2022; 3 june 2022