Horseshoe at the bottom
of clear waters. A captain
without courage or altruism –
that is the tale, the slender pickings
The bridge has been crossed, never to be crossed again –
death is verified. Dancing happens, but there is no joy.
Forward, moving, vocal cords crushed. There is nothing
to be done, the dog-star has shifted to another galaxy.
Nature has won and killed
the mighty astrologer. In the end, there is only choice.
There are many skeletons and ingrained unhealthy intents –
much suffering and purging without God,
feigning rapture without God,
pretending that there could ever be ecstasy
The only gift left to give is acceptance.
The woodchips are piling. Walk
a path forged by loss, built on faith.
Walk, and just keep walking.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Indiana Voice Journal, The Grace Issue #16 ” November 2015
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