Tag: poetry
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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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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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This Barren Tomb
We have journeyed long and hard, into the recesses of our souls, in the darkness of the night, in the unknown and frightful, to find ourselves at an empty tomb, with joy and praise, with love and laughter, and yet with fear. Where are you in this hollow? What is this call to follow you…
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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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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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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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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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Ash Wednesday Meditation
https://fromthelastpew.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/02/ash-wednesday.mp3 An Ash Wednesday Meditation, to explore the matter of our bodies, the dust of stars, as we begin this Lenten Season. 16 minutes.
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This ash
This ashdid not appear out of nowhereit was picked up in the depths of the deepin the darknessand thenwith the breath of the belovedit was brought to beauty again. This ashdid not magically appear out of nothing.somethinghad to burnsomethinghad to dieto make the life of sea and skyof you and I. This ashwas the life…
by Rev Alisha 