The world is bleating,

frying and re-applying

its gruesome coat

of despicable snares.

The world is walking in,

shaving down my floor with its footsteps.

I touch it like I would

a balloon. I will not allow

it to consume or alter

the course of my aging.

I will stand and translate the core of this faith

to my children. I will give them something

to lean on when the world overtakes

and the ones out there lack

even a threadbare mercy

or a glimpse of celestial grace.



Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “The Peregrine Muse” December 2016

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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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