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Because of You

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It was the music I always craved,

but dreams were not marked down,

and love was dark as drawn curtains.

But because of you I lived. Because of you

I drank the venom and cure at once.

Because your hand pressed against my

forehead, I learned the strength of my voice.

I learned to dive into the lava-pit of grief and rise

changed, resolved.

Because of your gifts in the summer months,

we made it through with only pennies in our jar

and vague promises in all closed drawers.

Because you loved us under the withered tree,

we found the nectar of our song.

Because you reached when we fell,

all the things we name as good

we now know abide in you. Faith

will warm the broken mother while cradling the weight

of her child.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “Eos – The Creative Context” September 2017

3 Poems by Allison Grayhurst; photo by Bea Garth

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First published in “SpinRock Reader Lit Forum” November 2015

http://spinrockreader.blogspot.ca/2015/11/because-of-you-poem-by-allison-grayhurst.html

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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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