Greater Than Your Disease Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

where will we land when it's all over
some of the children asked in their sleep
as if they could speak

scoffed the Known, certain of their assessments,
blandishments.
we don't want blandishments

we want home
forever they sighed
the derided, living in their vans

on Ramen and the lean of the land
abscond with the truth and tell "them lies"
and say they have no enterprise

yet God in his golden realms prepares
for these
a homecoming greater

than your disease.


mary angela douglas 25 october 2018