Faith

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It is found,

found in a pocket on a jacket

that has not been worn for years.

It is an emblem of uncharted kindness

that cannot fade even when I falter.

It is a name on a wall

that changes but is always mine.

It is the end result, the start of all

things good.

It is not going to leave me, or seep

through the mattress, underground.

It is so beautiful, it has the whole of my being.

It is speaking to me from billboard signs,

from the ones I loved and lost.

It is the parcel I have been waiting for.

It is my graduation party,

my only hope for recovery.

It is warmth and well being.

It is Friday night.

It is a star-shaped candy,

and it is found.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Message in a Bottle Poetry Magazine”