Glory, believe

Glory, believe



Glory, believe

the evidence is clear,

brought to a boil and

now boiling over.


World molested by greed,

indifference and distraction.

The pitch has elevated to burst

the eardrums. Scavengers are

scavenging and nothing is left.

Old ranks topple, protection is

a thin veil, fear overcomes prayers,

prayers that kept us sane.


Children and animals are the new Earth’s aristocracy,

Bless this time of turmoil – setting

everything upside down, right side up.


Jesus still walks the barren roads,

sandals in one hand,

at ease with whatever is to come.


Let me walk – a servant

yet absolutely free to not serve.

Let me make an oath to the celestial night,

an oath to replace panic with faith and

uncertainty with light everlasting.


I see the light everlasting,

the wheel that is not a wheel

but a sphere.




Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst



First published in “Synchronized Chaos” September 2020



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