Author: alisha
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Blessed are They
It has been a shocking past few weeks for the marginalized in Australia. To hearing, again, how terribly Grace Tame and Brittany Higgins have been treated and unheard, how the health minister was spending time at a cricket game instead of taking control of the escalating deaths in aged care, the insulting $200 gesture to…
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A Blessing for Your Soul
Do not look for marching bandsmomentous musicor the magnificent gestures from multi-millionaires this Christmas. Come, O come and look right herein the monotony of this momentin the silent music of the soul. O holy is this placethe simple act of sitting stillseeing the soul expandAmongst the stranger walking bythe startling blue and grey and black…
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Become
(A Blessing for Blue Christmas) Not all things are brightand brilliantor ready to be birthedin the bustle of this season. The bulk of uswithin our bodiesbeneath this veilis the deep abyss of blueof beingburnedbruisedbut not broken. Believe beyond anything you didor those savage beasts have done to youdoes not define youNo.see how it refines youinto…
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Rest
All my life I have pushed myself to run faster, bike further, swim longer, hike higher. Maybe my body is catching up to me or maybe I am only just starting to hear her desire to walk, coast, float and rest. More and more my intentions for a run turns into a walk. It’s not…
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The Importance of being Inclusive
“All are welcome”. A statement I have heard too often from far too many churches. It gives a false sense of security. Is my whole body welcome here? Is my gender and sexuality welcome here? Is my theology welcome here? Would my atheist partner be welcome here? And as the service goes on, without fail,…
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A Dog-Shaped Hole
Melbourne is creeping towards a whole year of stage 5 lockdowns. Albeit, it hasn’t been a continuous year. Although part of me wonders if it would have been easier just to settle in for a year of not leaving our 5km radiuses, of only going to the grocery store, pharmacy or gas station (not that…
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Choosing to Trust
“May my mind come alive todayto the invisible geographythat invites me to new frontiersto break the dead shell of yesterdaysto risk being disturbed and changed.May I have the courage todayto live that life that I would love.To postpone my dream no longerbut do, at last, what I came here forand waste my heart on fear…
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This Barren Tomb
We have journeyed long and hard, into the recesses of our souls, in the darkness of the night, in the unknown and frightful, to find ourselves at an empty tomb, with joy and praise, with love and laughter, and yet with fear. Where are you in this hollow? What is this call to follow you…
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A Good Friday Poem
Forget the formulathe frequency at which we fumble to find a way to figure out our freedom. I know it’s hard to hear for we have been hoodwinked and harpooned into fearand guiltand shamefinding ourselves to blamefor far too long. Maybe it wasbecausethe cross looked like an invitationfor a calculationa plus signwe thought there was…
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Unearthed
Waiting for this train to stop Has been the road I’ve been on When I moved to the other side of the world When I moved down and under From the up and over And everything is backwards As I walk down the street It’s like I don’t exist With every shoulder hit With every…
by Rev Alisha 