they sing for us
but they do not know our names.
They cry for us
but will not hold us close
to let their light in,
to let the heart-of-the-lizard
They are with us
like candles on the tips of a bare tree
but they are not here
like a butterfly is
awing us with its glory
then passing and leaving all
as it once was.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Ginosko Literary Journal, Issue 16” May 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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Carry on. You are a blessing to those who read your poems.