How It Is Down Here Right Now Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

now we don't even have the unjust judge to go to

Jesus said for very weariness finally heard the widow's plea

to be rid of her


because he needed sleep and was tired of her knocking


at the door at all hours but now Lord God the powers on earth

could sleep through anything and so we look to you

who see what there is of grief and gold mislaid here


and what and who will carry the day oblivious to our tears

while men work hard for their Country Club fees

and leave us all to our unease


and leave us all to our unease.


mary angela douglas 15 april 2020