Centre-Faith (while dreams swirl all-around)

Centre-Faith

(while dreams swirl all-around)

 

 

Soothsayers and seers and shamans

have children, have the same

rising and falling stars,

cannot say “This is truth”

“This will happen”

There is only God’s voice in the now,

leading to the next step and only

that step until the voice comes again.

 

Even in times of constant accepted prophecies,

the intelligent threw their crystals,

took notes of the pattern

but balked at the interpreters.

Journeys to the Navel-stone were daily –

whore-kings and crushed-citizens

sacrificed animals and even slaughtered

their own offspring

on the advice they were told.

 

But God is one

and God is permanent

and us,

being tied to time,

are not privy to visions into the future, no vision exact –

we are all equally blind, and that blindness

is a gift that opens the door to faith,

 

free-falling in our days,

fortunes and misfortunes,

arms open to God’s ways and grace,

open like a painter choosing his colours

like a poet, her words.

Open

ecstasy in the listening,

surrender in the execution,

gleaming, gloriously summoned

into immediacy, into an all-demanding

autonomy.

 

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Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” September 2020

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-september-2020-mercy-and-fragility/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-11/

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Glory, believe

Glory, believe

 

 

Glory, believe

the evidence is clear,

brought to a boil and

now boiling over.

 

World molested by greed,

indifference and distraction.

The pitch has elevated to burst

the eardrums. Scavengers are

scavenging and nothing is left.

Old ranks topple, protection is

a thin veil, fear overcomes prayers,

prayers that kept us sane.

 

Children and animals are the new Earth’s aristocracy,

Bless this time of turmoil – setting

everything upside down, right side up.

 

Jesus still walks the barren roads,

sandals in one hand,

at ease with whatever is to come.

 

Let me walk – a servant

yet absolutely free to not serve.

Let me make an oath to the celestial night,

an oath to replace panic with faith and

uncertainty with light everlasting.

 

I see the light everlasting,

the wheel that is not a wheel

but a sphere.

 

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Copyright © 2020 by Allison Grayhurst

amazon.com/author/allisongrayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” September 2020

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-september-2020-mercy-and-fragility/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-11/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below: