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Bless The Fallen
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Bless the fallen, the less than ghost faces
that haunt this cityscape.
Bless the one who cannot give, who cannot
nurse a broken heart.
Bless the one hardened by degrees, by small failures
that mount a life incapable.
Bless the proud bearer of truth who cannot be humbled,
blinded by spiritual vanity.
Bless the arrogant, the one who feels movement
only by force.
Bless the bearer of bitterness, who has no stronghold
but hate.
Bless the one who fails to see the birds fly, hear
the angels in their dreams.
Forgive us our canyons where self-pity reigns
and self-pity devours.
Hold us near the harbour light though the chaos of sea
be the only realm
we, as of yet, have known.
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Copyright © 1997 by Allison Grayhurst
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.First published in “The Seventh Quarry, Issue 24” Summer 2016
http://www.poetrymagazines.org.uk/magazine/index.asp?id=88
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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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