This end is an offspring
to tend to and adore,
breaking through distinctive patterns
that worked for a while, but now,
This offspring is musical,
composing practices and prayers,
hungering for the details
to disinfect and clean.
This joy is unspoken,
activity with no burdensome description,
uninfected with expectations, obligations
or the guarding dog.
This house has been lived in,
all things that have died have died
again, deeper, and finally here, renewed.
Faith is the exact destination, lapping the plate
sparkling so all that is left is awe and mercy, digesting
simplicity in the swelling brightness before me.
I have you again like at the start
when I first witnessed your face
and hair and eyes and loved you
with a bliss that in the past
I could only steal from books but now
I owned, uniquely as my own.
Trees hang over the cliff.
Behind me is the summit.
My foolish hopes align
with divinity’s commands.
Bars are dropped, lightweight like pins.
Moon and sun full, clearly visible
in the same morning sky.
Copyright © 2023 by Allison Grayhurst
“The poems included in Allison Grayhurst’s poetry collection Running, lightwave riding reveal an impressive artistic perfection and creative energy. The poems are full of lyrical force and show freshness of style. No doubt, this is a significant work. The poems have great power of observation and originality of imagination,” Dr. Karunesh Kumar Agarwal publisher Cyberwit.net
First published in “As Surely As The Sun Literary Magazine” June 2023
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