Call Me By Name


Call Me By Name


Speak to me in the

pestilence of my afternoon,

in the dungeon of my self-pity.

Speak to me though love has stopped

its singing and the arrows of wintry worries

sting my weary drum.

Speak to me to anchor me

in obedience.

Together, we could grow and clip

these leprous chains. We could put

out the emptiness that reddens our roof.

We could fill ourselves with perfect sky.

Speak to me and make me shudder

with faith. Let all that is hard to bear

burden me no more.

Speak to me and kiss my plague of troubles.

Bleed your infinity into me and I will be

your secret love.



Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “LiteraryYard” September 2015

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Poem: Call Me By Name


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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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