Thrown into isolation – no need
for bread or even the gifts of summer.
That is all inside you – the Chinaglass dream
tarnished from age – the towering clouds,
never far enough to reach – the daughters
of loveless affection – the painted
patriarch of absolute control.
Your face has weaved a wonder
that the piled-up tissues of time cannot
obscure. For you, hope is
beautiful. To join is to be
elevated. But these acts are too large
for your darkness, too full of God to ever
own you with anything but longing.
In this way, you are modern,
destroyed by what you name sacred, diamond
but lacking all shine.
In this way, you are gorgeous, guided by
an obvious morality yet struggling with the sly and unholy –
lightning-struck with an anger that will never free you,
beyond yourself for what
even angels are denied.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2016
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