Finally it has come,
engulfing my thighs
and the ends of my toes.
Finally the answer glides
through my hair like the wind,
freeing me again on four sides.
There is no trick, no easy way to ride
unscathed through this bloodthirsty town.
I have discovered the way is to lean into
the invisible breath of divinity like a child does
into its mother’s solid arms.
Finally there is a warm shade in my soup –
the nutrient to make my panicked heart mute.
It is the channel I have been waiting for,
the doctor’s slip to erase
all future obligations.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Shot Glass Journal” June 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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