by Rev Alisha

Author: alisha

  • A Hollowing

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    This feelingof sun dancing on wavesthe cool wisp of windyou can almost hear the whales singI breathe it all in. And just like that. The tides change. The waves no longer lapping my chin,I find myself deep within reachingfightingbreathing it never felt so far awaypanic and pain is all that remain So I let goGive…

  • Lent

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    I thought I would give Lent a go this year, like I tell myself every year. But this year it has actually stuck. No alcohol. No chips. Sundays are a saving grace and had I known you could break Lent once a week before, I may have been more successful at it. But this 40…

  • Floating in this dingy

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    Some days I am overjoyed at my decision to leave Canada and move to Australia. To start anew. To reinvent myself. To make new friends. To try new things. Some days it’s exhilarating and I find myself wanting to pinch myself to remind me it’s real. But other days, days like today, I wonder why.…

  • Stuck

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    I am 10 years old all over again.In a classroom, with a cubby where I put my cold cutsThe air is dozyThe floors are tinted orange, speckled brownIt reminds me of dirt and of earthand how I belongbut alas there are wallsand childrenwho look just like meand we are trapped in this microcosm of spaceand…

  • A Name for All of it.

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    I amI am all of existencefluttering, frolicking, finding rest in this freedomof body, of spaceof connection to placeI am I amnowhere else but hereThere are no ifs and butsbecause I amthe only place I could ever bein your arms, my arms,rocked gently in cradle by Land and by SeaI amnowhere else but here. I amfalling…

  • Christ the King Prayer

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    Oh Holy Mystery, The oneness who comes in forms of delicate twigsbirds’ limbsthe tadpolesthe octopusthe galaxy that swims. Help us see, too, the power, the kingdom, the righteousness of ChristNot hovering above or beyond but deep in bodiesbeneath and beside. Bodies of tiny thingsvibrations of stringssomewhere deep within. Help us know not by our minds…

  • United and Tied: A Tribute to Saint Francis

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    You who lives and breathes in the heartbeat of a tired horse, in the flutter of a black-throated finch and in the deep dark eyes of a Tasmanian Devil. You who has no bounds, who neither lives far away and high above nor hidden in the complexities and competition of intellect and cognition. You who…

  • Praying Without Words

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    Letting the sun of spring hit my faceonly reminds me of the goodness that is always heredeep within me when I remember to slow my pace. So I treasure the sound of rustling leaves as the gum trees sway.And in this wind I remember to pray. Not the ‘Dear God’ words I was taught when…

  • Lazarus’ Sores

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    A response to Luke 16:19-31 It is never a bad time to call out the wealthy, the one percent, the winners in society but today, with Greta Thunberg and the rest of our restless prophets and activists standing up for our earth, it is particularly fitting to not only point our fingers at them but…

  • Time Deconstructed

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    In the beginningIt was wilda whimsical dance like water waltzing in the wind we were surrounded by this warm liquid, whirling in the wombWe were blind, deaf and dumbnot wholly ourselves and not wholly our mom’s. we were but whispers of possibilitynot yet penetrated, permeatednot yet fabricated. We were still dust of the earthWaitingto be…