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Light Rich With Innocence
(for Justin)
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Picking stones from the shore
to give your impressive, delicate
hands.
You repeat your
simple words, each time as a new
discovery, dramatic with joy.
On the rocking chair in your
uncle’s arms, your eyes glow strange
like flowers do to a heart burdened by grief.
You pick the small rocks, one by one,
pile them up – a rainbow tower that only
your pure imagination can see.
You hand them to me as gifts
from good fairies, smile
a smile that stretches higher than mountains.
You carry your jewels in a glass
showing them with proud delight.
They are to you, tiny miracles.
You kiss each one.
You bless and you
behold.
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Copyright © 1995 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” August 2017
Synchronized Chaos August 2017: The Stories We Tell Ourselves
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“Allison Grayhurst intertwines a potent spirituality throughout her work so that each poem is not simply a statement or observation, but a revelation that demands the reader’s personal involvement. Grayhurst’s poetic genius is profound and evident. Her voice is uniquely authentic, undeniable in its dignified vulnerability as it is in its significance,” Kyp Harness, singer/songwriter, author.
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