Who hides the shape of the sun,
sleeping in fear with ribs more
than broken? The war, the half-heaven
half-hell syndrome of the spiraling bird,
in an array of glorious plumage.
Who cries as beautiful as a song,
longing for the uncommon, a lamp
of soulmate proportion? Whose cry will be heard,
received, altered like fire is altered
by water and water is altered by fire – the old burn
extinguished, transformed into something light,
capable of rising upward, spreading
across the sky? When will God give us air,
take our hands and run with us?
God, we are waiting for you
to knock on our door, we are anticipating your footsteps.
Show us something of destiny. There is more here
than what is whole.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “1947 a literary journal” June 2017
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