Tag: creation
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Liberation’s Way
Angel of YHWHYou are the pillar of cloudthat lights up the nightone with the darknessand one with our fright. Lead us awayfrom powers and politicsthat subdue and persuadeand guide us on dry landthe path to your freedomby Moses’ hand. Form a wall of gracefor the downcast and displaced:those we turn our backs towardsand those we…
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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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in something small
Salvation is not triumphant.Sometimes it is as subtle as the cleaners,the cooksand the kind people who take away our garbage. Sometimes it is as silent as a good night’s sleep,the gardener down the street,the podiatrist who cleans all kinds of feet. Sometimes it is as still as a windless day,a rock buried within clay,having nothing…
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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…
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Getaway
We got away from the constant of our city from the cycle of trams and trains and coffee that courses through each artery to a moment that stands still where horses swirl and kukubarras sing and weigh down those glistening branches like rich oil annointing my crown to catch a glimpse of this soul of…
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If there is no heaven
If there is no heavenI will be at peace by gazing up at the galaxy long enough so that the stars might remind my matter that it’s made of its dust. If there is no heaven, All will be well if mountains masked by low-hanging cloudscontinue to remind me of truths hidden and spoken out…
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This Fish Bowl
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.…
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These White Walls
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…
by Rev Alisha 