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Draw Near

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One day the drift drew near

and lightning touched the lips of angels.

The light was left only for the mighty.

So we sang. So we sang.

The murderers were shelved

beside the mighty because the only difference

was degree.

We opened ourselves up while in the rain, open

under the dark cloud, open

through the winters and the occasional plague.

We felt the evergreens between our fingertips

and sold only that which was ours to sell.

One day the drift drew near

and we sang. We sang.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Subliminal Interiors”

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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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