Easter Faith

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Easter Faith

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It is not emptiness,

but redemption. A redemption

after the emptiness

that comes with the hope of a blessing,

after there is no further down,

there is only up or death.

It is not suffering that bears such wisdom,

but the surrender and acceptance of God’s love

no matter what – it is the purity of that acceptance,

the absoluteness of it

that matters, that causes the miracle –

 

playing out like a walk across the sun

without going blind or getting burned.

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Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst

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Published in “New Mystics” August 2017

http://www.newmystics.com/lit/AllisonGrayhurst.html

http://www.newmystics.com/documents/AllisonGrayhurst-Poems3.pdf

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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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Bellythroes of God

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Bellythroes of God

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The rawness behind the mastery,

the way to speak of the bellythroes

of God and kneel while doing so,

kneel not from the hindered place of    

God        and       I,

but from knowing it is all God even

your self is God, and you are and God is love wider than air,

more abundant than eternity. Kneel

because this love is both personal and absolute,

it is reaching to you alone while

spreading thick the blaze of stars.

Kneel because for a fraction of a second you

know it is never God who stops giving, but it is

you who stop receiving, you who block

the constant flow, you who deflect it with your habits,

boredom and fear. That God is always there but that

you only feel God’s presence when you decide to,

when you let the barriers crack and split a

sliver in your daily husk of coasting existence.

 

Sometimes too, when grief becomes the sword this

soft word never prepares you for –

when with this word grief

you begin to hear not only the sorrow but also the scream

that hits like a hurricane pulling a child from

your breast. And there it is grief in all its monstrous

proportions. There it is, the very thin line

between God and chaos

with the soul’s ultimate peace at stake. Faith is the bridge.

For the faithless in grief would either go mad or harden like

little pellets in a mid-February storm. The faithless would

not know how to cope and stay whole.

 

Kneel because you know God is the dream we all seek

whether we it know or not.

God is the goal of all our striving –

the financier nestling in the fat, protective arms

of worldly security, the intellectual

devouring ideas like solutions,

ideas as a path to lead to some mysterious

ever-complex cerebral calm,

the soccer player feeling her victory in her torn ligaments

and in the shafts of her sweaty hair –

We look but we do not name it as such.

We look but God still is not the priority,

not the weight of all our emotions and thoughts,

not the bulk of our dilemmas, and not

the subject of our intimate talk.

God is something to hide from, the one hope

we all innately look for in prayer books

or in politicians. But God is not something

to be looked for, God is simply something to see.

God is my cup of restive tea. God in my shopping cart.

God in the standard and not-so-standard things –

in a teenager or a brick wall,

in an animal’s unexpected tenderness or

a dull piece of box.

God is not something to discover

but something to finally, wholeheartedly acknowledge.

God is and we are when we embrace

the boundless directed compassion of God,

when we realize that God is the only one thing we need

that can grow to be stronger than gravity

and the cold desperation for survival.

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Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “New Mystics” August 2017

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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A Way To Joy

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A Way To Joy

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Words and birthday wishes

fall asleep under the light.

In sleep, I see what I do when awake –

shooting stars that fade into dark infinity.

So far, I have a bed, two legs and a mission

I’ve felt before I could speak.

Kiss these hands God, bless this pain in my shoulders,

give me hope for recovery.

Every effort is stultified, has no nucleus,

no path towards the sun. Every movement forward

dissolves into the flavour of the wind, is weak

in its purpose, in its ability to love.

Print my name on your heart. I want to serve,

to walk again across the sand dunes, walk again

hand in hand.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” July 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/eagle-bound-by-evil-kind-that-hasno.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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Eagle

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Eagle

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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.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Chicago Record Magazine” July 2017

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/

http://magazine-record.blogspot.ca/2017/07/eagle-bound-by-evil-kind-that-hasno.html

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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I let go

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I let go

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of my will, fantasies

of perfection that make

life my enemy. I let go of things

already lost, of water flooding my ship and

of the dead dolphin floating by.

I let go again of my desire

for unauthorized miracles

and accept the gifts I have been given

as a light over the ocean, guiding me,

marking me a ‘someone’ to find.

I let go of old photos and unclear stations

on the radio. I let go and embrace what

is living, knowing this is just fine,

knowing I am always held close

in God’s engaging arms, knowing

I must let go

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “GloMag” July 2017

http://online.fliphtml5.com/gkih/brvv/#p=313

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Published in “AWS Publishing” July 2017

http://awspublishing.com/poetry/407/i-let-go/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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If I Get There

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If I Get There

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If I was done with this canvas

and the pattern I formed upon it

could be tucked inside the space between

the filing cabinet and bookshelf . . .

If I could read the dialect of normal behavior

and place myself at the foot of its throne . . .

If the next step was the greatest step

that would extract me from this quagmire

and strip away the congealed substance around my bones . . .

 

then my head would be held in your hands,

cradled there like a new baby, helpless but secure –

my whole body supported by your one arm.

Love would be like food, and you would be

my devoted glory.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Synchronized Chaos” July 2017

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13230

http://synchchaos.com/?p=13218

http://synchchaos.com/synchronized-chaos-july-2017-scale-factor/

http://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-allison-grayhurst-3/

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Published in “AWS Publishing” July 2017

http://awspublishing.com/poetry/411/if-i-get-there/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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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Letting it out

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Letting it out

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The vision is a smoke cloud

released from my pocket, wrapping

me with its smoky warmth, breaking chaos

at its backbone.

 

A thousand chains of fear and grief

swoop down from the once singing sky

to crash on my limbs and drown me

with their weight.

 

God as full as the sea, flushing through me,

flowing around me with the starfish and the stingrays,

with the minnow fish and the barnacles,

God outside me, inside of me, holding me

in this vision, breaking the vine.

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Copyright © 2008 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Moongate Motherbird”, June 2017

https://motherbird.com/letting-it-out-poem-by-allison-grayhurst/

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You can listen to the poem by clicking below:

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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.

Reviews of ‘The Many Lights of Eden’:

“’The Many Lights of Eden’ is a journey: a journey of the heart through youth, anguish, struggle, spiritual awakening, grief, death, love, loss, guilt, struggle, despair, hope, surrender, God, sensuality, imperfection, motherhood, aging, the vanquishing of the devil, indeed, many devils, the inevitable fall from perfection and the casting off of old wineskins for a new one. Perhaps speaking of this book as a chronicle of spiritual maturing would be more accurate, the realization that there is spirituality within imperfection and that handmade temples cannot hope to compete with the spiritual temples within each of us. ‘The Many Lights of Eden’ is a diamond. It is a beautiful collection of insights. Allison Grayhurst’s thoughts and writings are a deep well. Drink from it, for the water is clear and crisp. This collection is a MUST-READ,” Eric M. Vogt, author of Letters to Lara and Paths and Pools to Ponder

“I have been slow at responding to reviews for Allison Grayhurst due to summer’s busy days, however she brings life to each poem, heart to the images and everyone should have a collection of Grayhurst Poetry,” Ann Johnson-Murphree, poet.

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