The Ink Will Leak Through The Ceiling Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the ink will leak through the ceiling to one floor below me
I will write so much about your glory, Father
every firefly word I can
like Pascal in the moment of revelation
except he was so overcome
he forgot to take notes
in an instant of splendor
there are no words
but if I could choose a dream to dream
and a lucid moment in it
I would go back in time
and look through the windows
and whisper like an angel through
the wind in the trees
Pascal. for the sake of those who will come later
Write it down.

mary angela douglas 5 february 2023