Down The Limb
Down the limb
the every-dream climbs
until the ground makes it whole.
After that, it must die,
return like an infant into the heart –
a braver dream about to form.
Once I held bitterness near, like a symbol
of my intelligence. Once love had failed me
and that became my god to beat on and plead with
in overnight torture and unceasing tears. That,
like hell, broke free my way to heaven.
And in a vision I was touched by the hand
of absolute tenderness. I was changed by mercy.
And still the mercy flows so freely through these walls.
Love allowed for me to feel and know,
stronger than the world. Love allowed
for me that neither death nor chance
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Vine Figure Poetry Page” November 2015
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