Bless The Fallen
Bless the fallen, the less than ghost faces
that haunt this cityscape.
Bless the one who cannot give, who cannot
nurse a broken heart.
Bless the one hardened by degrees, by small failures
that mount a life incapable.
Bless the proud bearer of truth who cannot be humbled,
blinded by spiritual vanity.
Bless the arrogant, the one who feels movement
only by force.
Bless the bearer of bitterness, who has no stronghold
Bless the one who fails to see the birds fly, hear
the angels in their dreams.
Forgive us our canyons where self-pity reigns
and self-pity devours.
Hold us near the harbour light though the chaos of sea
be the only realm
we, as of yet, have known.
Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
.First published in “The Seventh Quarry, Issue 24” Summer 2016
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