Tag: hope
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Our Ascension
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…
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I AM the way
This day, this seasonof leaves falling to the groundred on orange on browndeep down there is but a flickering flameof something I cannot name. So I keep tucked awaynot knowing what happens after todaytrying to keep warm.as winter slowly dawns. But the tears can’t stop fallingand I can’t stop callingfor help, for the wayin the…
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Palm Sunday Prayer
We open to you today, to the spirit that lives and breathes in our bodies. May we quiet our minds and hear the path, the sound of palm on earth, being set before us this morning. May we feel with every inhale, the wild beauty of life filling the marrow of our bones. With every…
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The Lie in My Bones
A long time agoman birthed from breathdirt turned to bonebone brokeninto womanapple eaten and so began the hymn of pridethe dance of shame. It is the world’s longest gameRoll the dicePick a tribePride and shame is the lie that starts deep inside. Oh how I long for the daybefore we were made out of clayswimming…
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Angels and Devils
This week I have completely given into the dualities of my emotions, becoming completely ecstatic by beautiful mini-miracles that have been blossoming before my eyes but then completely being overtaken by anger and sadness at how lost people and society are. Just as soon as the angel on my shoulder tugs me one way, the…
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Floating in this dingy
Some days I am overjoyed at my decision to leave Canada and move to Australia. To start anew. To reinvent myself. To make new friends. To try new things. Some days it’s exhilarating and I find myself wanting to pinch myself to remind me it’s real. But other days, days like today, I wonder why.…
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Monday morning and dead poets.
Arriving. Coming to consciousness in the crisp, new airthat isMonday. No one seems to care or wants to wake up to the conscious absurdity of six o’clock mornings and business-like conformity. Is this the sum total of our lives? Or can we step outside the rat race before our soul dies? Or do we become…
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Hope in the Divine Feminine
(A response to Psalm 30) I remember a time not far from my mind when it was cold, damp and empty above me, below me, in front and behind. A time when I was surrounded by the suffocating smog when our greed, waste and suffering was human’s repeating monologue. It was just a moment ago…
by Rev Alisha 