Born

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Born

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Once fireflies

devoured my hair

and my rosebush awoke

to the parable of the diseased snail.

Then one afternoon, when sleep

was my steady horse, my curtains

were lifted by the waters of God, and I sang

in the light – my name altered forevermore.

I remember weeping the evil from my pores, then gaining

the peace no guilt could void.

I remember how I tore off the leather jacket that I wore

to protect me from true expression.

There was a church across the road I would watch

as its bricks grew gravely and old. I would

pray for baby birds and animals, learning

to be free with this new found love.

The seasons climbed, and from a beautiful joining,

a child was born.

From that child, an era of music and warm windows.

Once the hunger ceased and the inviting horror

dried up like a fallen leaf –

life became for me and my love like a paper airplane held

in the hands of that wondrous child.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Boston Poetry Magazine”

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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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