Tag: spirituality
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Here I AM
I AM who lives and breathes in soil,you teach us to let up our toilof trying to prove our worthlike anything could separate usfrom the heartbeat of this earth. Help us understandhelp us knowhow our bodies are interwoven with this whole.Help us take off these sandalsexpose our solesto the pure dust and dirtyou encompass and…
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Down in the River to Pray
God of liberation,who chooses the onesfrom the most oppressed nations,you call us to look foryour saving gracein the shadow places of your world: in Hebrew mid-wives,a Levite woman,and the daughter of a Pharaoh;in refugeeswho traversed the wild seasor the single mother of three the people we do not see. Shake us awaketo your saving gracestill…
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Walking on Water
The One who calls us to actionand contemplation,you call us to return to the mountainto memorize meditation,pronounce presenceto unknow the knowablein silent places:in the corners hidden in timeand minutes hidden in spaces. Give us will and a wayto meander this mountainthough the waves ragethe winds roarand the unknownis the only thing that is sureso we…
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God of the Darkness
God of the Darknesswho comes to uswhen the sun has setthe night has comeand the shadows of the world and our souls become one. You come to usin the wrestle of lifein the fight for a blessinggiving us a new namefrom the struggles we have enduredfrom the moment we were birthed. So let us, in…
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A New Name
I’m done with ‘God’, ‘Jesus’, ‘Christ’, ‘Lord’, ‘King’, ‘Father’.Can’t take it any longer. I’m letting all of you goso you might relax, too, and be freed from constantly being a show. Now what if I called you ‘flow’‘The tingling’‘The gut’‘The sensation’‘The pull’?What if I called you ‘compassion’ and ‘acceptance’?What if I called you ‘My seeing’‘My hearing’‘The…
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in something small
Salvation is not triumphant.Sometimes it is as subtle as the cleaners,the cooksand the kind people who take away our garbage. Sometimes it is as silent as a good night’s sleep,the gardener down the street,the podiatrist who cleans all kinds of feet. Sometimes it is as still as a windless day,a rock buried within clay,having nothing…
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A Blessing for Your Soul
Do not look for marching bandsmomentous musicor the magnificent gestures from multi-millionaires this Christmas. Come, O come and look right herein the monotony of this momentin the silent music of the soul. O holy is this placethe simple act of sitting stillseeing the soul expandAmongst the stranger walking bythe startling blue and grey and black…
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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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Rest
All my life I have pushed myself to run faster, bike further, swim longer, hike higher. Maybe my body is catching up to me or maybe I am only just starting to hear her desire to walk, coast, float and rest. More and more my intentions for a run turns into a walk. It’s not…
by Rev Alisha 