Where Locusts Have Marred The Stars Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Where locusts have marred the stars
Lord do not let go my hand
Where the clouds mass
And leave no colour lasting in the mind
And we feel our way just like the blind
And snow ourselves in
Where numbness sets in
And echo location find how things dissolve sometimes
As though they had never been
Or of the wind we phasing dream we are a thousand moons
look down upon me floating there
near the rivers of despair
where small twigs tremble through the eclipse
and Tearfully recall the birds
You be my songbird then oh God
in this implausible ballet
I wildly improvise from day to day
The white gold singing while the deserts
Strand me. comfort me with invisible apples
glazed upon a crystal tree
oh God remember me and kern
a space to quarter turn.
away away from this minor key.
that I may learn Thy love of me.
mary angela douglas 18 april 2024