Tag: hope
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A New Name
I’m done with ‘God’, ‘Jesus’, ‘Christ’, ‘Lord’, ‘King’, ‘Father’.Can’t take it any longer. I’m letting all of you goso you might relax, too, and be freed from constantly being a show. Now what if I called you ‘flow’‘The tingling’‘The gut’‘The sensation’‘The pull’?What if I called you ‘compassion’ and ‘acceptance’?What if I called you ‘My seeing’‘My hearing’‘The…
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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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Reclaiming the Reptilian
Sometimes the world feels like it is against me. I admit I contribute to this rivalry: intensifying the fight more than I might need to. But I can’t help it, or it feels like I can’t. Or I haven’t yet mastered the tools of disarming my reptilian brain. Like a wild animal, my hair stands…
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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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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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Wait.
This season of Epiphany has invited us to move in quiet spaces, to open ourselves up to the Voice of God that is within and all around us, and to hear the very real wisdom of our own bodies. And Isaiah 40:21-31 continues to expand our minds to what entering into this season of Epiphany…
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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 