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pause
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Like a rattler buried in its sleep
this season has come, treacherously lifting
from a thin layer of sand.
Grief has come, guilt has come, rage has come,
peace has come.
The promise of flint is over, let alone the fire
of soul healing security.
Miracles arrive, never in the way expected,
sometimes slowly, in small amounts
until you realize something merely accepted
was what was wanted all along.
Darkness was my addiction, but I am done
with cantering through those hills.
I am a tongue, moistened by letting go
of the chocolate bite. I don’t need a song of joy,
only a way
to carry on.
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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Both Sides Now”
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First published in “Inscribed Museum Literary Zine” November 2015
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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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So well-described – yet another insight and clarity moment offered by Grayhurst:
“Miracles arrive, never in the way expected,
sometimes slowly, in small amounts
until you realize something merely accepted
was what was wanted all along.”
It is such a process to strengthen the connection between one’s body and soul without the regular use of addictions that only dull this connecting power of self:
“Darkness was my addiction, but I am done
with cantering through those hills.”