New Tree in the Garden
I know she sees
her meadow broken by
thundering changes sinking
through the floor.
I know her home feels cut
by a tide unlocking an invasive unknown.
But still the horn must blow
and our love can be her temple and overcoat.
We would never cross her off to cheer
a new seed or count her a little underscore
while welcoming the infant sound.
With love not lead by guilt
and a grace that releases all habitual chains,
we will burn with family-joy
humming strong and stronger
when the walls fall down, making space
to hold one more.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “TwitchFit Lit Writing Zine”, November 2015
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