Tag: christian
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The Truth of Transfiguration
If only we could wrap glory upkeep it coddled in a crateso that its shine and its shimmeringits light and its glimmeringwill remain intactperfect and cleanpure and pristinelasting forever, an eternal cadaver.But it calls us down the mountaindown into the trenchesmaking home on the plainexposed to elementsthe sun and the rain.Glory is meant to be…
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Waiting in the Wilderness
Leaverun to touch the unknown edge of the soultip-toe on the cliff of its waterfallbuy its one-way ticket somewhere farwhere the comforts and constrictionsof this weary, western fictioncrumble awayfrom the drudge of daily-doingsto dancing in the grey. Let her wander deep into the wildernessfollowing its inner purposehearing its wild wingshovering in the in-betweenof what’s invisible…
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Here I AM
I AM who lives and breathes in soil,you teach us to let up our toilof trying to prove our worthlike anything could separate usfrom the heartbeat of this earth. Help us understandhelp us knowhow our bodies are interwoven with this whole.Help us take off these sandalsexpose our solesto the pure dust and dirtyou encompass and…
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Down in the River to Pray
God of liberation,who chooses the onesfrom the most oppressed nations,you call us to look foryour saving gracein the shadow places of your world: in Hebrew mid-wives,a Levite woman,and the daughter of a Pharaoh;in refugeeswho traversed the wild seasor the single mother of three the people we do not see. Shake us awaketo your saving gracestill…
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Just one leper
Turn back.Remember your skinso soft and serenewas made cleanwhen you had faith that you were seenbeheld, beloved and believed in. Turn backRemember your heartwas made to sing like a larkto prostrate your lifeand all your deepest longingsin a lullabyfrom your lungs to where you lie. Turn backRemember your souland its songs of thanksgivingso sweet and…
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A Triumphal Ecstasy
Take off your cloaklay it downon this groundamidst the silent slumber of rocks all aroundcolour threaded into colourweaving warmth and wonder togetherso that sun might kiss your skinso that you might begin againto singto vibrate withinawakeningthe sleeping rocks to joyous clamoringof ecstasy and complete surrenderto beauty and even terror.
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These Boxes
When I was a child I was given boxes to grow intolike sinewon bone so my identity might takesome sort of shapein the chaos of society’s landscape. And as I grew these boxes defined mereminding mewho I was resigned to be.This helped a little so I might know how to cross the streetso I might…
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On Becoming a Permanent Resident
What is this thing? This energy? Suddenly being permanent has changed everything. Everything looks the same but nothing is the same. Nothing ever is the same. Moving from temporary to permanent somehow has echoed the change that is always happening. Every breathfilled with oxygen I’ve never breathed beforeturns into blood that has never coursed through…
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by Rev Alisha 