new poem – not a poem
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Block and embrace the energy action,
circular, the fastest stroke of curved precision.
Bend to grow strong and final as a setting sun
seems to be.
Above all else, wait for the promise to gain
momentum, height, far from where
the common acceptance will allow.
Wait for the baptism, the tenth time around, baptism
into deeper layers of valley rhythms – heaven is in these depths.
Fulfilment and freedom comes better under the weight of
spiritual obligation to God.
To God:
I climb close to you. I find you outside
of my lineage, including my walking and my
destination. I know you now as a solid
certainty. I love you though I am still
close to breaking, close to you,
permanently placed on the threshold
where all things begin and all things end.
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Copyright © 2015 by Allison Grayhurst
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Published in “Aji Magazine, Issue 4” Spring 2016
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“Grayhurst’s poetry is a translucent, ethereal dream in which words push through the fog, always searching, struggling, and reaching for the powerful soul at its heart. Her work is vibrant and shockingly original,” Beach Holme Publishers.
“Allison’s poetic prose is insightful, enwrapping, illuminating and brutally truthful. It probes the nature of the human spirit, relationships, spirituality and God. It is sung as the clearest song is sung within a cathedral by choir. It is whispered as faintly as a heartbroken goodbye. It is alive with the life of a thousand birds in flight within the first glint of morning sun. It is as solemn as the sad-sung ballad of a noble death. Read at your peril. You will never look at this world in quite the same way again. Your eye will instinctively search the sky for eagles and scan the dark earth for the slightest movement of smallest ant, your heart will reach for tall mountains, bathe in the most intimate of passions and in the grain and grit of our earth. Such is Allison Grayhurst. Such is her poetry,” Eric M. Vogt, poet and author.