Bound by evil,

the kind that has no shame or hidden gain

that has only stupidity as its strength and cruelty

as its force.

Bound to deal with the devil’s lowest minion,

to feel its rotting invading tongue touch your

clothes, your books, your headband.

But not bound by its game as long as the game

is relinquished and God is sought when the axe comes down,

then it will pass through you like a phantom axe,

mighty in appearance, but achieving nothing.

Not bound if the worse comes, and still

you stand with peace and dignity, trusting God’s reward

and promise of care.

Not bound if you are free in faith, if you know

yourself to be subject to a richer realm, higher than

these inching worms.



Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst





First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” 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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