Aug 312012

by Allison Grayhurst


            I know that faith

ebbs and flows, sometimes

larger, then hardly there

at all.

            I know my faith

is often all I own,

though barely visible,

crushed under

the world’s forearm.

            I know to sing and that singing

can be freedom no matter

the crack and heel.

            I know to love

for love is what remains

when nothing else renews.

            I know to pray like breathing,

            I know there is forgiveness

for what I fail to do,

and mercy is there for me to receive

like water.