For That Which Has Carried Us Along Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

For that which has carried us along
Even while we thought surely I am drowning now
And we wake up disbelieving
On a dry and fragrant shore
Thinking how
How did I get here
For that which in the depths of gloom
Dances one faint star upon the ceiling
So that we say, fitfully, Sistine?
What can I call you so that you know
It is me speaking to you
And me alone Lord God
Whom I know
Specifically as the one who has carried me
While I thought I was drowning
Is the one who sings in me
Things beyond my knowledge
Who walks through doors through seas
Who leads me out of grief
Even when I insist snow blind to maytime
I am still a tenant.
Who must fulfill the lease.
mary angela douglas 23 may 2024