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The Flood

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Glorious weather, wetting

the decks and smallest of worms.

We were made to split the light

with voices singular and clean.

We were destined to wade in

night, free of logic, partakers

of heart-wrenching dreams.

I name myself lost but loved

and that is better than any key.

I count the madness in cracks

and know the world is ready to turn.

Funerals and baby births and

a barn alive with birds, soon

clouds will come and the zodiac will

burn.

 

God will be full of joy

and each household will be looking

in a new direction – close-to-the-bone,

materially threadbare.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Wilderness House Literary Review”, 2013

http://www.whlreview.com/no-8.2/poetry/AllisonGrayhurst.pdf

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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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