I see the light I thought I lost
settling dimly on my child’s cheek.
I cannot say the way is clear
or that I feel combined.
I still hold my hands in my pockets
and nothing has changed the flavour of my style.
But I see the light
like a dewdrop on a windowpane –
small, easily gone, but visible.
I know that light though it seems
so long since it bandaged my body
with its cotton scent, so long since
I disappeared into its brilliant certainty.
I love that light, the one I see – I love its power,
void of every cruelty.
I gaze into its small sphere.
I will let it reach me, rule over these desperate days
to call myself, once again,
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
Published in “Minerva’s Housecoat Writing Forum” 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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