The world is bleating,
frying and re-applying
its gruesome coat
of despicable snares.
The world is walking in,
shaving down my floor with its footsteps.
I touch it like I would
a balloon. I will not allow
it to consume or alter
the course of my aging.
I will stand and translate the core of this faith
to my children. I will give them something
to lean on when the world overtakes
and the ones out there lack
even a threadbare mercy
or a glimpse of celestial grace.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2016
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