Oh, I Promise Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

to all those on the rack of uncertainty

at random hours of the day

who want to say finally in any

language that could be understood

why is the ground shifting ever and ever

under my feet;

what could have happened to the magic wood

my wishes vanishing under the cherry boughs.

how can this be withstood

the sudden breaks in the sentences

the crackle of twigs the ice storms flown in

the telegrams sent but none there to receive

the house lifting up on a dark wind

landing, set down abruptly just

Beyond

all, all the emerald cities until Then

so that you only say where,

where are you

and out of reach of

the skies so full of stars.

when will I feel again even the

wan sunlight on the path

maybe you asked

chilled in the colouring of leaves

deceived by every premise deserted by every belief.

oh I promise you that in the codes of God upended

suddenly it may be revealed:

the diamond eye of the storm.concealed

and everything that was torn

by His love mended.

mary angela douglas 14 october 2019