Calling Again

 

 

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

unhealthy bonds.

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

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Published in “Creation and Criticism” December 2023

http://www.creationandcriticism.com/cure-and-other-poems-by-allison-grayhurst.html

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First published in “Academy of the Heart and Mind” July 2022

https://academyoftheheartandmind.wordpress.com/2022/07/17/choice-and-other-poems/

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