Your days were lived
scaling rooftops then
plunging into the thick, consuming
atmosphere of guilt, humiliation
and child-like extremes of love.
Your years were frantic like
under the current of an undecided wind,
yet focused in their steady intensity,
hopeful in their reliance on God and the visions
that bent you backwards and left no pretence in tact.
Your light was prophetic, almost too
much for the human mind to bear.
You gave to the beggars, never forgetting
the cold weight of ten years in chains.
Your wife was the balm for your difficult
passions, the one who held you when all was spent
and you writhed on the floor, at her feet, foaming at the
mouth like a beaten horse.
Your gift was unmatched by others who grew
beside you in vanity and glory.
Your gift was once my lifeline, remains with me
like something kindred, always
a stepping stone.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Eleventh Transmission – Issue 1” under the title “Mentor”
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