Oh God Wedged In, I Praise Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

oh God wedged in this slightly dingy place
oh I praise you that I am still alive
and that the cracks in your ceiling-Sky

still let the light in which does not subside
so that here amidst your blues and greens
and even the obscene crimes of this world

we know that souls on fire in their beatitude
may still look down on us,
and long for Earth;

ah, clouded in mists
when viewed from afar
and the Space capsule door ajar

in dreams,
perhaps the astronauts wander home
and are given cherry pie

once more
that doesn't defy gravity.

mary angela douglas 15 may 2016