by Rev Alisha

Tag: poetry

  • Stand Tall

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    We have become a travelling peopleLetting our curiosity curate over centuries of consuming culture and clan and the colonising of what we cannot understandTaking anything we can monetise and raping the Land. Stand herewith us awhile. Stand talldo not let our ancestors take the fall for what we can still fixas mixed peopleas Caucasians combined…

  • Tell me the story

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    Every nightI listened to the twists and turns of words wound with wonderstories that snuck in before the sleepingenlivening my dreamingwith kingdoms, castles and crystallised candy But now that I’m wiserI read actual articles articulating artefactsof automobile atrocitiesof fact and forecastsinformation that never lastsnever remembered Unlike the land of miracles and magicof my grandmother who…

  • This Fish Bowl

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    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.…

  • 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…

  • 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…