Strange Gifts of Grace by Allison Grayhurst

Unconscious of the spirit within,

born and rising like a flood,

listening full heartedly

to the voice in my blood,

but just hearing it and recording it,

not being it, not absorbing it into

the molecules of that blood.

Born to be a viper under a common person’s hat,

to brave the end

and stay never-too-long on one track.

Born to receive utter grace and have no obstacles,

entering from the outside and keeping that door open,

holding the rope with all my might,

pressing hard against the rocking tide.

 

Born but never beginning -

like a worm too long in the sun, finding

mercy 

in a puddle.

Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. Three times nominated for Sundress Publications “Best of the Net” 2015, she has over 1000 poems published in over 410 international journals. She has sixteen published books of poetry, seven collections and nine chapbooks; www.allisongrayhurst.com