All That We Are

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Holly Grantham -And We Rise4

We are thin lines of orange
that arc then bloom
at the horizon
and
as birds warble and stars dim
We rise

We are clouds
billowing above the
silent water
Expansive and
mysterious
At once hiding, then
revealing
We rise

We are rock faces
hardened then smoothed
with age
Our peaks
honed by a hidden strength
and burnished by a measured
joy
We rise

We are waves
swelling with hope
distilling energy from tension
undulating
cresting
returning
We rise

We are rivers
wide and curvy
catching and splintering light
upon every inch
of our sinewy length
Our gracious edges
are the fingers of fertility
and it is from our beds
that humanity blossomed
We rise

We are yeast
sometimes underestimated yet
powerful
we create space
The whole depends on
our presence
We invite
deliciousness
We rise

We are bodies
of color and
shine and
muscle
twisting and dancing to
glory song
Oppression threatens to
shrink us but
hands always find each other in
the dark
We rise

And we are voices
shaky
harmonious
euphonic
discordant
cathartic
lamenting
celebratory
We are heard
We are remembered
and
We rise

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Holly Grantham
Holly is a wife, very relaxed homeschooling mom of three boys, snapper of photos, coming of age writer and a soul drowning in grace. After years in Atlanta where she attended college, married the love of her life and lived in an intentional community, she found her way back to her home state of Missouri. She now lives in an antebellum stone house, raises chickens (sometimes) and pretends that she lives in the country.
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  • Every. Single. Image. Speaks. Volumes.
    Your writing, Holly, is always laced with such respect for women in all our roles and stages of life, and I find myself encouraged in the reading.

    • Holly

      Thank you for your kind and generous words, Michele. I so wanted to paint a picture of all of our community–truly, all that we are.

  • Beautiful. Thank you.

    • Holly

      Thank you, J.L., for your words and your presence here.

  • Lynn Morrissey

    Exquisite, Holly. These days it seems difficult to rise up above rancor and discord, and this gives us hope that we can.

    • Holly

      I, too, hope that we can rise above the fray and find what connects us to one another.

  • Elizabeth Marshall

    Holly, I am over joyed to read your poetry, strong and rich, vivid and clear, filled with beauty. There is power here, There is soul here. There is strength. Always strong and substantive, I love your art.

    • Holly

      Oh, friend! So good to hear from you. Thank you for your consistent and encouraging support. Always.

  • pastordt

    Love, love, love this, Holly. Thank you!!

    • Holly

      I’m so glad to know that it spoke to you, Diana.

  • I found myself tearing up by the end of this, Holly. I don’t generally “get” poetry but your words moved something deep in me. Thank you for sharing your gift.

    • Holly

      Oh, Olive, thank you for your kind words.

  • Tasha

    Just beautiful.

    • Holly

      Thank you, Tasha.

  • “We are yeast…” LOVE.

  • Kelley J. Leigh

    I just keep thinking about the yeast that creates space. For some reason, that really jumped out at me and I am considering it over and over. Thank you for this, Holly.