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Victory Over Tears
Fumbling for static feelings Searching for true words I want to feel loss But there’s too much to do I’m losing you Gripping tighter Doesn’t slow down the loss I want to be still But there’s too much to do Just pause for a minute Can everything stop?! Stop leaving Stop fading Let me linger…
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Brisky
Years to farm, hours to consume Barbecue char in half-baked oak Smoke and honey Vanilla and money Infiltrated through the gates of my fortified wall(et) I pay for time to hurry up My 34 years pays a premium for your 12 I am not patient, thankfully you are Get it right, sir Get it right,…
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The Bridge (Between Life and Death)
What if between Life and Death lay a bridge? A causeway of consciousness… I imagine it to be short – slightly less than a body length, so that your head may be on one side but your feet on the other. Such a bridge would be the result of the kindness of life’s Engineer. It…
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The Bottom
I think we hit the bottom tonight. Because on the ocean floor there is No light And I couldn’t find any light Tonight Like a many-tonned wreck Descending weightless We came to rest gently On the cold, silent sand There Just sit Just stare Just pray The bottom is exposed This is who I am…
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Transparenting
What are you watching? “Nothing…” What are you laughing at? “Nothing…” What are you crying about? “Nothing…” What are you talking about? “Dw…” …said the parent to the child. Private fun. Private fights. Private faith. The doors and walls don’t conceal as much as you think, but sitting in full view doesn’t make you present.…
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State of the Heart
The hardened heart is condensed with confidence petrified with pride alloyed with arrogance fortified with self-fulfilment Its edges are sharp to the words of criticism Its centre is porous to the rounds of applause Some voices are let through the gate only to line the inner walls with reinforcement Broken are the doors of a…
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Scene Behind the Sun
The sun shines its piercing beauty Into retinas not able to appreciate it (but that doesn’t stop me from trying) But I’m realising The sun is most beautiful Not when my eyes squint to perceive it But when my back turns to embrace it And my eyes turn to see the way it paints The…
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Keep Me Wild
Houses are cool. But sometimes too cool. The roof protects me from the rain, but stops me from seeing the stars. The fireplace warms the house, but stops my clothes from smelling like smoke. The TV keeps me entertained, whilst I ignore the wild. The phone keeps me connected to the world whilst distracted from…
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Between Two Thieves
Have we demonised the liberal left and lost our heart for justice? Have we demonised the conservative right and lost our conscience? Have we demonised our catholic faith and lost the unity of the Spirit? Have we demonised stylistic evolution in church services and ignored the adaptivity of the Spirit? Have we demonised egalitarians that…
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Ugly Love
The cross of death was the tree of life. The crown of thorns was the crown of victory. The mocking vinegar was pre-drinks for the wedding banquet. The darkness over the land was the brightest moment in human history. The pooled blood beneath the cross washes us clean from our iniquity. By his wounds we…
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You Are Not The Product
Like a Parisian model Wearing next season’s garbage bag On a runway So is the Christian. The garbage bag is the product Not the model. The Christian is a coat hanger Of flesh Displaying the designers expertise. The gospel of grace is flaunted, We strut our proclamation. Not that we are whole, but that we…
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Home (Sites of Comfort)
18 Smith StreetA cul-de-sac of competitive cricketGrassy invitations to sit and playNo front fence, our neighbours were friendsA small house for large relationshipsEvery space was shared space 19 Forth RoadSoft carpet and warm sunEnough space to swing many cats simultaneouslyLeaves, trees, vegies, and lawnPrivacy and partitionsSpace to grow; space to be alone 20 Walkers AvenueCold,…
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21st Century Awkward
“I love you.” “I’m grateful for you.” “Thankyou. I mean it, thankyou.” “I don’t agree.” “I’m sorry. Forgive me?” “You’re doing a great job.” “Here’s what I admire about you.” “That hurt me.” “I’m not coping.” “This has been bothering me.” “Are you ok?” Emotional Transparency in the 21st Century:applauded publicly, scolded privately. The ‘ball…
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Sensing God
I see you. I see you, God. The sun sets. I smell you. I smell you, God. Wet forest. I taste you. I taste you, God. Honey crumpets. I feel you. I feel you, God. Sheets are fresh. I hear you. I hear you, God. The big sets. I know you. I know you, God.…
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And Still…
Go somewhere ancient. See the rivers, the oceans, the sands, the grasses, the trees, the bushes, the rocks, the shells. See how they exist and perform with no mind. They are governed by the Great Mind. Every second, every day, every year, for thousands. Bending, but not breaking. Battered, but not exhausted. Built for rain,…