If I talk again,
I will keep my end-mind twisted
so it cannot speak or formulate
a plan.
I have no constitution for plans
or wherewithal for achieving
human-made provisions.
If I talk again,
silence me into prayer,
conversing only with the angelic order,
strengthened by devotion and the power
of obedience.
If I try to be a player,
remind me of my meek capacity,
sting me with regret and slap me
into a state of surrender.
If I try to enter a world not my own,
laugh at me, call me out
and put me in my designated low-chair place,
a dreamer, advancing
no further.
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Copyright © by Allison Grayhurst 2025
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First published in “Setu” January 2026 (December issue – Author of the Month)
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