The Last One
I know my name
like I know the way
I was brought towards
to be saved and made
I know there never will be answers,
there is only faith.
I know that type of light is heavier
than grief, heavier than a pound of eternity
thrust upon the shoulders,
heavier still because it is light
because it is pure and utter mystery
that will never be explained –
unfastening the soul, coating it
with a thick and binding love.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Creek Side Writing Forum” November 2015
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