My clothes are loose
my mind is out of the shadows,
stern in its unwavering demands.
God is my one protector
from disaster and from
I will keep my faith as each day
draws me close to the gaping maw
quaking darkness that I know will consume
my strength and my peace.
I will hold faith each step I get closer,
trust in my rescue, blind as I am, wobbly
and languishing. I will have faith and grow myself
a brightness that will flash and flood the
tangled thorns, blast through doubt and time
and impossibility. I will trust in my saviour, the
One who sent him, merge with him and play
the tambourine in joyful abandon.
I will find my feet lifted from this path
until I see this path below
and then never again.
Grace fills the air like the scent of incense burning.
Grace is revealed as the only door
out and into a good life.
I will keep faith, have my yoke lightened,
fueled by a journey of less dread, more
alignment, sacred dependency.
Copyright © 2022 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” July 2022
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