It Is Clear To Me Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

why did He make our tears to be inlaid with rainbows

like opals, are we that dear to him and costly

that he counts our tears that way

even our sorrrows after Eden

after Christ, his tears, we must be iridescent by now

even in sorrow

I cannot explain by any evolutionary theory, second guessing

the beauty of tears this way as natural defense

I only know that when the wing of snow is branching in my

dream

I have no words to say.

except that it is clear to me, we are Beauty's own.

mary angela douglas 3 january 2023