In The Name
With the northern tide he came
like a bride to her first wedded kiss.
Born without enemies or pride,
he drank the flame of God. Soon
he was a legend and all the world
would praise his name like an unfriendly
habit. Some knew his word like
bread, like a babe that needed constant
tending. Some would hear and then in years, turn
back to join the assembly of conflicting voices,
pulling behind them the weighted shadows of so many
I am one who heard and lost, who felt my blood
renewed and then ingested the virus of adulthood
and all its houses made of paper.
I lived with a rotted passion, with a sterile faith
and a heart so tight and annoyed.
This is a remembrance of the thirst
I am saved again by the shrilling cut of his love
and by the tender stream of his great pity.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Malevolent Pegasus Literary Zine”, November 2015
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