It is not new
to hold out a hand
and find something dead
It is not love that loves
through essential compromise.
It is God we speak to
everytime we verbalize,
and God will mend even the ones
who think they’re saved.
It is the cracked jaw,
the splintered bone and expressions
of boredom and greed that
disease a child’s innocence.
It is how we deal with the senselessness of being
that makes us either deny or realize
a gift of spiritual wonder.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Our Poetry Archive, Contemporary Women’s Poetry Anthology” July 2017
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