than this place

where the town is burning

and the people

are stepping over their best friend to find escape.

More than this goulash of undirected intensities,

boiling hard without a lid.

More than self-preservation at any cost,

than this toxic avoidance of any

growth-demanding issue.

More than love left to die – discarded

into a burial heap.

More than a wild disease, spinning

triumphantly, hot and lethal, pouring over an already

shredded wound.

More than faces

with no yearning for connection

with God.



Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “Green King Poems and Poetry Zine” November 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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