You who saw
You who saw the
morning fall on leaves
all rotted and brown but
kissed this darkest turn
and threw your coins to the clouds.
You who loved and always learned
that love is nothing earned.
You who opened your heart to a child
and let her wed and weave her own.
You who felt the wanting grave
when you felt the skeleton hand of a friend
You who beheld your wife like a sunrise
and gave her everyday a new light to live for.
You who are so beautiful and always beginning,
like a band of circling swallows, like a whale
first seen in the wild, like the scent of home.
You are a thousand good men on a morning walk,
the chapel bell’s waking call, sweet and deep
as the true belief in miracles.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Nostrovia! Milk and Honey Siren Anthology”
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