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The door is

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The door is the light,

is the beat that hums through

my body. I cannot find its source

or grasp its inspiration.

I can only vaguely feel that it is not dead,

that it is thin and thinning.

The light is the door I cannot mend

or reach for under that canopy when the storm has hit

full force, and the hammer

drives down.

The light is the door

that has no lovers. It is a psalm,

a one-way ticket to wage a life on.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Kalkion”, 2012

http://www.kalkion.com/poetry/2068/door

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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.

“Allison Grayhurst’s poems are like cathedrals witnessing and articulating in unflinching graphic detail the gritty angst and grief of life, while taking it to rare clarity, calm and comfort. Grayhurst’s work is haunting, majestic and cleansing, often leaving one breathless in the wake of its intelligence, hope, faith and love amidst the muck of life. Many of Allison Grayhurst’s poems are simply masterpieces. Grayhurst’s poetry is a lighthouse of intelligent honour… indeed, intelligence rips through her work like white water,” Taylor Jane Green, Registered Spiritual Psychotherapist and author.

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