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

unquestioned equality.

Nothing is wasted, not years spent in ambiguity

walking hospital halls, years of blood tests

and ultrasounds, offering no cure or

nameable disease.

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 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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