Growing Up

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Growing Up

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Walk and find

the courage to continue on,

wading in the stream before you.

Walk and blend with people

who are not like you, who contain

their nightmares in a jar and hold them out only

to project on to countless others.

Walk and rise from the bloodwind,

a little to the left, a little to the right,

rise from the blinding grief of heartache,

from the dull and nameless faces surrounding

your golden aura, rise and find kindness where there was

once disconnection, rise and find appreciation

in the pockets of the sad and confused.

Walk this day

like you always do, driven by a higher calling,

affected, but not overcome, sleeping little

in this holiest of holy lands.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Now Then Manchester – Word Life, Issue 45” August 2017

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/issue-45/word-life/

http://nowthenmagazine.com/manchester/issue-45/

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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 see

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I see

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I see women

finding home on the wicca altar.

They are good women, warm women,

smelling of frankincense and rosewood.

They are woman who tend to the sick, commune

with the souls of animals. I love these women,

their methods, so much like mine. But I am not like

these women, wedded as I am

to the pure Christ of Jesus, sibling to my highest octave.

 

The one that flushes through me, bringing waves of clarity

to every depth, every torment, every

aspiration. I hold hands with my Jesus. I lean against

him when the hot winds arrive. I press my heart into his

and I feel the peace and certainty of life beside death,

of the greatest love beside the greatest responsibility.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First 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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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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More Than Commitment

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More Than Commitment

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We see the bend

and the gulls in full motion

outside our door.

We feel the moon in our mouths

and foolish dreams

drip down our inner thighs.

It’s time to relinquish

our boat on the ferry docks, relinquish

our dearest pet at the graveyard.

It’s time to know the yellow lands of late summer –

let the air into our home and let the lock

on this sanctuary be broken –

to open more than possibilities,

more than a Sunday-hope.

We see the bend and we say goodbye,

out of the funnel

and into the luminous sky.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Sacred Chickens” August 2016

http://www.sacredchickens.com/sacred-chickens-blog/allison-grayhurst-poetry

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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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Everything turns

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Everything turns

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to betrayal and back,

to tainted forgiveness and the green bread

rising on the shelf, covered in bacteria.

Everything falls short of wonder, lasts only moments

until the toothache, the heartache, the slug inching

its way across the hot shadeless deck.

Everywhere is quicksand and venom from the ones

that claim they love – burnt hairs on the head,

a chipping away at the sacred bliss of true sensitivity.

Everyone loses the game, reaches for a glimpse

of angelic feet and receives one solitary teacup handle

glowing to show the way.

Everything is waiting on death,

for death’s drop from the dream.

Everytime it is the trying that counts,

the heart willing to release its hardness, again,

jump out, look up and serve the ball

(gravity and all)

to the faraway stars.

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Copyright © 2010 by Allison Grayhurst

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First published in “Excavation” July 2017

https://excavatingtheunderground.wordpress.com/2017/07/19/everything-turns/

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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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