Let It Be Song Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

let the buzzards depart

let them careen over hell

not this place in blues and greens


we had come to love so well

let them fly and let them die

who come to claim us circling


doggedly



before we have arisen

Lord God Lord God

let your livingness be seen


let every cell burst into a lily

let every tear burst into a stream

of balm of the balm of gilead


and every note that you redeem,

let it be Song.


mary angela douglas 6 may 2020