Much Much and Many
I see what my eyes betray,
but see the rising healing corridor
shine and expand
to set right the direction of the wind
and the lack that keeps leaking
until more lack insults all hope.
I see this home delivered,
angels laughing in each corner
and the floors and ceilings are rivers
of abundance, crossing the barrier, dissolving barriers,
trusting that truth will abide like a child trusts
in extreme joy,
joy glittering on her teeth, at her tips, infectious.
I see the promise and I step over reality
to receive it. I am thankful, measured
by this open gate, and the onrush delight,
flooding, reaching everywhere, in.
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Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2025
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First published in “Raven Cage Zine” December 2025
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