So God Can See Us From All The Way Up There Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

we'll make semaphores in the snow, lost angels

so God can see us from all the way up there

and swoop down, vast Eagle that He is.


we'll rig something up with the dolls and the bears

the celluloid pink plastic mirrors of our childhood

reflecting the solar flares


or Mardi Gras beads brought back to us from New Orleans

by a favorite favorite teacher.

or we'll divert the streams


into the mossy hinterlands

where He casts his green green shadow

among the trees and longs for His own shade


and drops his golden apples when He may

and keeps on demonstrating Gravity

as if Newton lived again or he missed him.


or maybe He's just a friend to us

children playing tag in the apple orchards

or waiting for summer rain lagging in this heat


and thirsty for lemonade

we wish we could pour out

for Him and the Baby Jesus.


mary angela douglas 20 may 2020