If I speak to you now
when the hammer has hit your throat
and your breath has become bone – lightweight, almost
fossilized, would you believe in the miracle,
would you kiss the shoulder of responsibility, eat the loaf
you were given with great gusto,
stop pushing your cart of distractions, stop
August is around the corner. And no spiritualist’s spell
nor week of Sundays will change the face of nowhere.
Letting go is always in my veins.
Letting in the emptiness
and not being afraid.
If I speak to you now,
it’s just to let you know you are forgiven,
the smoke has cleared and all my expectations have long
since died. It’s just that I feel for you.
And I need you to know
that I am not, will never be
Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Now Then Manchester – Word Life, Issue 43” June 2017
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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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