Tag: poetry
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Hope in the Divine Feminine
(A response to Psalm 30) I remember a time not far from my mind when it was cold, damp and empty above me, below me, in front and behind. A time when I was surrounded by the suffocating smog when our greed, waste and suffering was human’s repeating monologue. It was just a moment ago…
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Magic
Since I have started this new job as a group facilitator for seniors, I have been run off my feet. The work itself is not tiring. In fact, it’s when I’m able to do the work that I can slow down and be filled with life. It’s all the other things that get in the…
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Where she lives
(A response to 1 Kings 19:1-15) Listen quickly to the sounds all around,buzzing cars, espresso machines, coal mines digging up the ground The wonder of humanity and its constant exploration, of things hidden and distant, entering the puzzle of creation. And as wonderful and convenient as technology has become, I wonder if it distracts us,…
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Trinity Sunday
Trinity Sunday was last Sunday and it was a day that marked, coincided and complimented the start of Pentecost. The spirit is with us, it is always with us, it has always been with us. The recognition of this doctrine that the church has deduced from our scripture (the term ‘Trinity’ isn’t actually in the…
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Can you feel her?
(A response to Proverbs 8:1-4, 22-31) Rising morning light whispers through the quilted covers,Illuminating bone and skin like a dreaming, endless summer. These first conscious breaths fill the soul with deep awakening, grown from deep wisdom, solemn ritual, the spirit’s constant enlightening. Maybe here under covers in the heat of the sun’s first glowis where…
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A New Beginning
I carry a torch in one hand, and a bucket of water in the other:with these things I am going to set fire to Heavenand put out the flames of HellSo that voyagers to Godcan rip the veilsAnd see the real goal. – Rabia This past week the story of Genesis 2 has been floating…
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I-Thou
(A response to Acts 2: 1-21 and Genesis 11:1-9) I’ve learned this language, culture, space, I belong to this people, this land and this race. Like a tight, knit cozy, for better or for worseI know who I am, myself and my worth. It’s easy and it’s simple, in a world full of othersto stay…