by Rev Alisha

Author: alisha

  • Hello to Death

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    When death comes to your doorat the end of daywhat treasures will you hand over to him? I’ll bring my full soul before him. I’ll not send him away empty-handedthe day he comes to my door… All the treasures I’ve gatheredduring my lifelong preparationI’m now arranging for the last dayto give it all to death…

  • It’s time.

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    I have a small balcony, with a handful of plants that have been growing sporadically or not at all. The thyme, which has lasted for over a year, is almost dead. There is one small strand of green left on the thyme that I keep watering it, fully knowing that it will not come back…

  • This Fish Bowl

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    I haven’t written in a while. It’s bee hard to articulate and respond to the world through poetry or prose as Melbourne went into stage 4 lock-down last Monday. I have found myself lost trying to figure out what’s happening in the mood or energy of this city and the mood and energy within myself.…

  • These White Walls

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    I like small spaces, with white wallsand windows bright and protrudingso the sun and banksia can illuminemy heart. This small quiet place is where I like to startand sit and continueno other voices, no peoplefor I am a quiet soulwho likes to hear the sound of her own breathbreathing my bodymy beautymy being. ButI also…

  • Underneath the Mamre Trees

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    Three strangers sipping teaunderneath the Mamre treessipping slowly Waiting Nothing happens quickly in this creation story7 days it takes for world to breathewith water, moon and sun drenched in lightwith birds, burrowers and bugs dancing in delight. Rest A whole day of rest. Of sitting and drinking teamade by the wild gums, the heavy oaks,…

  • Wild Spirit

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    What is rising in you? Today is the beginning of the longest season in our Christian calendar: Pentecost. Today marks the day where spirit is breathed into the matter of you and in me and brings life, prophecy and deep dreaming to our bones and our flesh. Today is the fulfilment of what the life,…

  • The Never-Ending Pentecost

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    There was a timeWhen all were mutewhen darkness fellwhen all was not wellIt was cold without lightand the darkness of night covered the spaces, the whispers and traces of hope we did not know. But with one blowone wild windone sparka fire set light to our flesh, our spirit, igniting the darkIgniting the liethat darkness…

  • Pentecost

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    There was a timeWhen all were mutewhen darkness fellwhen all was not wellIt was cold without lightand the darkness of night covered the spaces, the whispers and traces of hope we did not know. But with one blowone wild windone sparka fire set light to our flesh, our spirit, igniting the dark Igniting the liethat…

  • Our Ascension

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    Look up, Look upat the sun, the moon, the clouds that gather gas in massthe rain as it falls down the pane of glassdo we knowthat this too shall pass? This season of waitingof looking to the skyof calling to up highfor this hole that needs fillingas world hibernates and implodes in What is salvationwhen…

  • “In God we live and move and have our being” – Acts 17:28

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    I remembera time when she was lost in rhymeskipping rope,singing loudly, dancing proudlycollecting snails in jarsskipping and running just to see how farshe could go.When she would lay down in grassall covered with snowBuilding snow forts, hanging Christmas lights all aglowDreaming of Santa and presents in sleighand when the snow would melt awayshe would race…