by Rev Alisha

Tag: poem

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • “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…

  • I AM the way

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    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…

  • The Lie in My Bones

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    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…

  • A Hollowing

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    This feelingof sun dancing on wavesthe cool wisp of windyou can almost hear the whales singI breathe it all in. And just like that. The tides change. The waves no longer lapping my chin,I find myself deep within reachingfightingbreathing it never felt so far awaypanic and pain is all that remain So I let goGive…

  • Praying Without Words

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    Letting the sun of spring hit my faceonly reminds me of the goodness that is always heredeep within me when I remember to slow my pace. So I treasure the sound of rustling leaves as the gum trees sway.And in this wind I remember to pray. Not the ‘Dear God’ words I was taught when…

  • Time Deconstructed

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    In the beginningIt was wilda whimsical dance like water waltzing in the wind we were surrounded by this warm liquid, whirling in the wombWe were blind, deaf and dumbnot wholly ourselves and not wholly our mom’s. we were but whispers of possibilitynot yet penetrated, permeatednot yet fabricated. We were still dust of the earthWaitingto be…

  • Somewhere Deep Among the Forest

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    Somewheredeep among the forest, the bush and the birchwood, buried below boulders,you can smell Yahwehand you can hear her humming the wind, dancing the stillnessbreathing out life through her endless foliage. Beneath this bark, in her boundless galaxyis life, death and her invitation to eternity. Here in the decay of leaves, limbs and dirtis the…