From Which He Cannot Hide Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

He is Who He is.

we didnt create Him.

how backwards the story


has become

and inside out,

how will we wear our souls


how small are we seen from the other side

seen in the mirrors of our antlike pride

and gnatlike in the frame how long


will we remain


the Ice Queen's tiny puzzle

on a chain, the least


of all that He has made

in our ridiculous disdain.

how large His tears


that could all oceans make

and from all glaciers flow

flooding the stars


who do we think we are to barter him

for anything at all

who gave us everything


and never asked for it back

who flows beyond reason into the stupid cul de sac

where we abide and chide and chide Him


who is only Love

hurling our insults from which He cannot hide.


mary angela douglas 7 september 2019