by Rev Alisha

Tag: poetry

  • Underneath the Mamre Trees

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    Three strangers sipping teaunderneath the Mamre treessipping slowly Waiting Nothing happens quickly in this creation story7 days it takes for world to breathewith water, moon and sun drenched in lightwith birds, burrowers and bugs dancing in delight. Rest A whole day of rest. Of sitting and drinking teamade by the wild gums, the heavy oaks,…

  • 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…

  • Our Ascension

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    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…

  • “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…

  • Impostor Syndrome

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    Who am I? What am I? How did I get away with it for so long? The only person I managed to fool was myselfand now I’m left with the impostor. The shell of the thing. Now that there is no more striving and achievingI am left with myselfand I thought I was so much…

  • Dreaming Gaia

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    Waking mildlyto the morning dewthe condensation of cold and comfortpressed against my chest. I am finding it hard to restto sleep wellto dream without pain, heartache or angerof past lovesof past friendsthese dreams that never end. Last night he returnedthe man, the father, the partner the loverit is always a man, the foolwho I end…

  • A Creation Story

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    Crossing ocean, river, sea,circling world, the deep, dark emptyabysshow did I get here? Herewhere life is one big playwithout director, musician or script writeI fumble along without linesno black scratches on whitepaper. So I tryto move through space and timescratching my story along invisible linesHopingthis story is part of the playone note, one letter awaywhere…

  • Palm Sunday Prayer

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    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…