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Mustard Seed

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I know your name,

but not your face,

octagon of tiny wonder

changing as I move through

my days, cloaked in the drain

and joy of your mystery.

I think I can feel you sometimes

sitting beside me, playing games

with your sister and laughing with

all the rest.

I think of someone fiercely beautiful

merging souls so easily with the family-us.

I touch my belly, remaining clothed

in this still-normal body.

I turn the lights out early, happy

when I think of the future.

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Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “The Peregrine 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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