Within Reach


Within Reach


Within reach – kaleidoscope breaking.

I know what works, the machine is retreating

and each candle has dripped into oblivion.

God’s grace is nestled like nectar on my handkerchief,

it  drips when it is squeezed but opens wide

when I take delight in its sunset colour.

The phone call I made 13 years ago has

been returned. Someone I dreamed of is

living without hope. That dream is sailing

on a raft into the unpredictable sea. I will sing

though I fear they will stop me. I will sing

though my face is flushed with doubt’s

preoccupying disease.

The joy we’ve been waiting for is coming.

I see it coming, gradual, like all good things.

I will not be afraid.

I will lift up my heart

and make room for what follows…



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Long Story Short”, Sept 2013

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“Her (Allison Grayhurst’s) poetry appears visceral, not for the faint of heart, and moves forward with a dynamism, with a frenetic pulse. If you seek the truth, the physical blood and bones, then, by all means, open the world into which we were all born,” Anne Burke, poet, regional representative for Alberta on the League of Canadian Poets’ Council, and chair of the Feminist Caucus.

“What a treasure Allison Grayhurst is. Her gift? To unfold for us life at this intensity of feeling and revelation. Who knew truth and beauty could be so intertwined and so passionate?,” Taylor Jane Green BA, RIHR, CH, Registered Holistic Talk Therapist, and author of Swan Wheeler: A North American Mythology, Swan – A Planetary Mythology, and The Rise of Eros, 2014.



4 responses to “Within Reach

  1. 🙂

    “I will not be afraid.

    I will lift up my heart

    and make room for what follows…”

    It is, in the end, all that we who stand in life’s struggles can do. We just do not know what a few lines of hope does for another heart plagued or impassioned. Or impaled.

  2. Hello Allison — just a quick note to say that it’s a nourishing place to be — here — reading your words on a Friday after my first full week of teaching again ; ) I’m exhausted and find my mind in a good open space to read poems. Thanks for being a WordPress poet ; ) and a great Canadian one.

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