[to Jesus Christ, my only Lord and Saviour for all Time]
like a seam in the earth
a seam in the heart can
upheave; be shaken
unexpectedly
so that seismic waves flow out
from it, in untenable directions
so that the stars shift
as though in Dante's hell they had fallen.
also, the unknown zones
who could dare? the poles,
to dethrone unless, unless it were Christ
crossing the violet, trembling air;
this plenitude of emptiness and shock
to share with us, God with us; to fix this
broken animal, this blinded mind.
oh heart my heart, pulsar:
beating, beyond all beatings now-
surely you have been shielded
in the palm of God
or you would have truly died.
mary angela douglas 14 january 2016
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