When first I cried
stripped of all I owned,
the weather hammered further
into the marrow of my bones,
hammered until each splinter I swallowed
as a plea of hope and on my knees a
grey colour I was fixed.
Bowing like Job without his trust,
defying the ground that sustained me,
the love that soothed me, defying all
but the death and the guillotine mercy.
When second I cried,
I was not born a hero,
but happily released of my load,
I quickened my speed
and latched on to any shore.
When third I cried,
the answer came, giving choice,
demanding my house and rooms of many moods.
It came like a great and potent
ache of awakening, murdering
my self with its beauty.
When fourth I cried
I returned, still the same, but not
the same, having now a foundation
and a summit to guide and to strive
my whole lifetime to attain.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Northern Cardinal Review”
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