A strange cup of blending flavours,
expelling creatures from the side of the house.
A gift is given, a gift is received,
making good the sickness of the spirit
by giving equal strength to bear the need.
I hold these cards. I hold them without decision
or seeing another way to stand.
I lift my umbrella and love the rain.
It is my stance that will-power or therapy cannot change.
In waves, the darkness spins around. But I am
owned by you. At your core I find my womb and
my stretching ground. Help me to see,
these disappointments that plague
will never leave, but your love will heal and the healer
will not condemn.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “BigCityLit” May 2017
First published in “Winamop” September 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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