Nothing is wasted – not
time deposited into an illusion that
never was, not love laid out
like a sliced fruit, taken, then
spat back out – so utterly tasted and
so utterly refused.
Nothing is wasted, not women
counting the babies that once graced their arms,
now grown and gone, so rarely showing
tenderness or need –
not men who were babes, who were once able
to weep and were able to treat all with
Nothing is wasted, not years spent in ambiguity
walking hospital halls, years of blood tests
and ultrasounds, offering no cure or
Nothing is wasted – not poverty, not wealth,
not death, not grief.
Nothing is wasted if held out to God
held out, naked on a bed, under
the cracked ceiling.
Copyright © 2006 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Medusa’s Kitchen” August 2015
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“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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