At Last


At Last


At last I hear God’s gale

rustling the magazine stands.

I feel the faith of a shellfish under

water and will reach this way into

a fabulous tomorrow with the stars as

my blueberries, and the darkness as

my branded peace.

At last the voyage needs no destination.

I see grasshoppers on every mid-summer leaf.

The barriers have been lifted and the thief has

managed nothing.

At last I have no dream to gain

or platform to paint. I am feeding, and food

is all I need.


Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “Mount Parable Poetry 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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