Though I am laden with the weight
of preparation and the physical pull
of this marveling change, I feel
your kindness like cool weather
cradle me within this cloud.
I am grateful for you and your
untiring compassion – the way we breathe
as one and plant our tears in the same dark
alley. Though it is hard for me to
harvest my love, the wood burns bright
beneath my exhausted frame.
I look at you and know I am not lost
from the blue skies of glory.
I know your love is tremendous – you are the one
who keeps me standing, drills for me a passage
out of this thorny undertow and shows me
the beauty of today, here
in my hands.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Wildflower Muse”, July 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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