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A Deal

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He spoke in half-measures,

justifying each moral-ill.

He spoke of relativity and of substance

in the greed of the superficial.

He spoke to me under the rooftops

of the rich, caressing me into believing

that there was no absolute truth,

demanding the fingerprints from my body and each drop

of my worldly self-worth.

He came to me with gifts for my children

and wanted my gratitude eternal, my nodding

and smiling and happy-go-lucky awe of each

of his earthly treasures.

He offered me ease without relief and

a Sunday-morning-only duty.

He brought me down, brought me into

his thick shadow for a day. For a day

he confused my heart away

from its steadfast meat, fragmented my mind

at the feet of his brittle god.

 

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” August 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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