I Will Not
I see the path illuminate.
I arrive with my ways behind me.
I am the one who fell and
could not rise, the one whose hand
reached out but could not let
the python go by, could not find
what I fumbled for in the realm
of wonderful light, but instead
moved my family to an inhospitable shore.
Slowly, I receive,
loosening the crusted clay from my loins.
I will be brave as one following
the hooded horse, brave as a bird
extending beyond middle heaven.
My purse is wrenched clean, and clean, for now
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Rocket Boy Poetry Page” 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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