Every Height I Fall


Every Height I Fall


Must I be dark as the

vacant church at

night where many have

pleaded and died – bodies

in heavy caskets, silenced forevermore?

Must I be there, against the storm-cloud,

frightening the pretty blue-jay and the boy

in his rocking chair?

Must it always be the crushed beetle, the Earth

sick from human greed and the spinal joint maimed

from not enough love?

Up and down the pillar of eroded dreams

the years are thread strings lit afire by bickering

and cracked homes.

Must the TV be always turned on

and the soft features of grace

be trampled on in every

perfect garden?



Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst




First published in “In Between Hangovers”, April 2017 

Every Height I Fall by Allison Grayhurst


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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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