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At Sunrise

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In dark peace

my covenant circles me

like a whale could a ship far at sea.

I am watched by a tender eye

greater than the Earth’s orb.

And in the summer, renewal will come

though heat and smog will fill my lungs.

Hope I cannot define, but I feel its

footprint on my belly. I feel the treasures

I have been given like the meeting of a lost friend.

I have been understood, carried to the other side

of death’s all-consuming void. I have talked

my journey through. My night has been named,

and in private gardens I have been shown

the anguish of love.

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Copyright © 2000 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Miscreant, Issue 6”, July 2015

http://miscreantmagazine.com/2015/07/07/issue-6/

http://miscreantmagazine.com/2015/07/07/four-poems-3/

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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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