by Rev Alisha

Tag: poetry

  • United and Tied: A Tribute to Saint Francis

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    You who lives and breathes in the heartbeat of a tired horse, in the flutter of a black-throated finch and in the deep dark eyes of a Tasmanian Devil. You who has no bounds, who neither lives far away and high above nor hidden in the complexities and competition of intellect and cognition. You who…

  • 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…

  • The Cycle of Change

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    Withered, worn out and weatheredI wonder whether I can continue to stand on this dirt that feels more like sand.The fruit of abundancethat took months of patience and pruningnow lays decayingbeside the branches that have broken off from every deep frostor thrustof wind Will I ever win? Or is life less of a game and…

  • Emerge

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    All will emerge they say… Who are they anyway?Those mystics, philosophers, musicians and artistswho wonder and dream and sit still on grass planes… All will emerge If I just sit as stilland watch the world flutter by If onlyIsathere. All will emerge If I let myself join in this fluttering symphonyand remain free within meLike…

  • To Believe

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    You see this landthis place with weeds and dandelions, of earthworms, of beetles, of stones, moss and seeds?This is what we are meant to believe. Not something with our minds to grasp, to calculate in maths, or with moppy music to memorizebut something with our musclesthe memory of movements etched into our membranesour fingers and…

  • Presence in Pain

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    Holy motherThe one who nurtures us in her wombBirther of the rocks, the pebbles, the pedals and all the people placed and knitted into this world. This world. A world full of complexities, of creatures and creativity. There is so much to live for in the beauty of these crevices. We can feel it in…

  • Forget

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    We forget Too often how beloved we are. Like a mother chid connection. Like the womb we are born from. We are knit seamlessly by beloved energy, eroding our hatred, our fear and our dualities of destructive ideas of difference. Don’t forget The yarn, the needle, the wrinkly delicate hands born from another woman’s bosom…

  • Lions, Sparrows, Doves

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    Lions, Sparrows, DovesThey know. Do you?The truth, tucked deep, down inside?That running towards the headlines, text books, bachelor degrees, that Masters, those PhDs, the sophisticated language that trips up those lesser than me, has become our idol. Reliant on knowledge and in fear of vulnerable Wisdom.For Wisdom, she knows what is true, the body, the…