Forging a map
to lead me from
this private drain where faith steals
in like a toothache. I will uncover
a different dimension of faith, faith
that has no invested outcome, has no
burdensome wounds. Years of the pigment
plucked from my beating chest, years of desperate
expectations, liquefying my organs, walking
as though I mattered, feeling brave against the world.
This faith will have no words,
projecting into tomorrow, will have no ‘me’
in the mix, but be just faith hovering
like a ring around my Saturn –
it will grace me while I am sleeping
so I will have strength in the day.
It will not carry the weight of guilt,
regret or self-defeating sin.
It will be a flood, eliminating the insides
of my house with one clean sweep. It will rise
in me, and I will give myself wholly over to it –
not even a fragment left of
my former needs.
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Malevolent Pegasus Literary 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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