If I In The Braille Of My Dreams Offend Thee, Lord Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

if I in the braille of my dreams offend thee Lord

forgive me that I cannot see from one wingtip to another

the slightest of your angels

not even the tops of your trees

or nascent catastrophes

forgive me for the clouded messages

i send on the snow scented breeze

the milk white absences

where there should be stars

it is beautiful where You are

I am sure of it

oh let me be there

one lemon bright morning

before it starts to rain

and I wake up again.

mary angela douglas 21 january 2023