I have to push deep,
pray deeply, as the ground
ripples and opens wide.
This last year’s consciousness will be pulled from my mind
as a searing light radiates through, knowing me,
showing me the road released.
Glory will come and free me of this bile,
changed at last - like a larvae into a ladybug,
like a tadpole into a tiny toad - nothing can turn me back.
I am listening. I have built myself a new main floor.
I am ready to plunge naked into this pool,
to know myself at the moment of creation.
My throat will be dry of speaking,
but I will not stop speaking -
It is all God.
Allison Grayhurst is a member of the League of Canadian Poets. She has over 600 poems published in more than 300 international journals. She has eleven published books of poetry, seven collections, seven chapbooks and a chapbook pending publication. She lives in Toronto with her family. She also sculpts, working with clay. See more or her poetry and her artwork at www.allisongrayhurst.com