The Lord God Speaking Out Of The Whirlwind Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

the sky is a tear that will break the dam

in midnight hours

when there's none awake

and roses quake already in tune

with the darkening sun

eclipsing at noon

the birds grow silent

expecting doom

and no one no one is listening

out of the sky came the hand of God glistening

trying to save us but no one saw

trying to tell us

abandon it all and flee

my children my children who listen to Me

all things have sorted the leaves from the trees

in a gust like thunder

the sense of unease

all things are silent

shut off the computers and your tvs

listen my children oh listen to me

the hour is coming o run from the seas

I need you to hear me

to hear my plea

the winds grow strong.

it won't be long.

what's coming is coming, , ,


oh hear me inside of the darkening squall

the sky is a tear that will flood almost all.

I love you.

mary angela douglas 24 june 2023