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Transition
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Dry and dirty
the heart’s weather sings
of a storm.
On shore, you are my faith,
housing the unfalse yet familiar.
These days we are rooted under water
without pigment, unsure, unfocused
and entering a strange plateau.
Clouds come in, but the miracle reigns.
A threshold to bind and change us.
All these things hurling us towards the light
like one love lost and another love new found,
like a heaviness that is hard
though we know it is grace.
This too, we will shoulder together.
This too, we will add to our language
and place on our windowsill.
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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
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First published in “Eleventh Transmission – Issue 1”
http://waxpoetryart.com/eleventh/issues/001/contents2.html
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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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