The one good thing
to make good all things
More than these –
the hand of the hunter and the
kneeling of the prey
lie naked in rooms
too familiar with sadness.
and church and all that makes
ancient waters sink into sands,
fill faces with blooming light.
On the bed where lovers’ spirits
weave together to bless both hurt
and insecurities, there, no hope rests
unharvested, each day alone is soothed
with a warm and subtle joy.
There, voices speak drunk with truth,
kissing the depths with insatiable addiction.
There, praise and love are one,
and every other prayer unanswered is accepted
and finally, forgiven.
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry and Audience” 1994/1995
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“Somewhere Falling has a richness of imagery and an intensity of emotion rare in contemporary poetry. Drawn in sharp outlines of light and darkness, and rich shades of colour, with a deep sense of loss and longing and the possibility of salvation, this is an unusual book by a gifted young poet. Grayhurst’s voice is one to which we should continue to pay attention.” — Maggie Helwig, author of Apocalypse Jazz and Eating Glass.
“Responsibility and passion don’t often go together, especially in the work of a young poet. Allison Grayhurst combines them in audacious ways. Somewhere Falling is a grave, yet sensuous book.” – Mark Abley, author of Glasburyon and Blue Sand, Blue Moon.
“Biting into the clouds and bones of desire and devotion, love and grief, Allison Grayhurst basks the reader, with breathtaking eloquence, in an elixir of words. Like lace, the elegance is revealed by what isn’t said. This is stunning poetry.” – Angela Hryniuk, author of no visual scars.
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