Category: theopoetics


Some prayer stations we set up around our backyard, if you’re interested in this as a resource just post your email address in the comments and I’ll send it through (or email me directly if you know me).  Set-ups aren’t meant to be prescriptive, use whatever you have lying around… the numbering on the stations isn’t significant, you can do one or two, or them all in any order…

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Welcome

Please come around the side of the house

Just in case you haven’t come across them before.

Prayer stations are essentially several points of “focus” that invite you to encounter God in some way. You can spend all your time at one or make your way around several, or all of them, as you like – spend as much or as little time at each of them as you like.

This space is for silent, personal reflection.

You are welcome to come inside for a cuppa, catch up, time of sharing afterwards or you can go – however you feel…

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Set-up: A bicycle propped in a bush so the wheels were free-spinning.

“Spin the wheel of the bike fast, then watch it slow… more of the detail comes into focus instead of being blurred.  Is there an area of your life where things are moving fast right now? They will slow.  Think about your breathing.  Be present in your own body… become aware of where things feel tight, or weighed down… This time, spin the wheel again, then close your eyes and breathe more slowly and deeply as the wheel slows.  Do this as often as you need.”

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Station #2

Set-up: Cut bird templates and a birdcage.

“We can sometimes feel bound by the things we feel we ought to or should do… there are roles we play ‘responsible mother’, ‘dutiful daughter’, ‘reliable helper’
In your mind, complete the sentence “I would love to ____________ but I can’t because…”
Give freedom to that part of you today that feels bound.Take a piece of paper out of the birdcage as a symbol of release/freedom from this captivity.  Write on it.
Pray for the thing that binds you, or for freedom from that.
Choose.
Do you take it with you or is it left behind still stuck?

 

Station #3

Set-up: Video footage/photo of the desert with soundtrack from Beirut playing

“This video footage is of sunset over the Nullarbor.
We can often think of the desert as a bleak, harsh, a dry, desolate and deadly place.

Hosea 2:14 says “Therefore, behold, I will allure her [Israel] and bring her into the wilderness, and I will speak tenderly and to her heart.”

The desert is not where God isn’t, where life isn’t… but where God is, where life is
Watch and listen to God soeak tenderly to you.  What life-giving thing is God calling you to?

 

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Station #4

Set-up: Chair set up facing a corner with pictures of women posted all around (different ages, different nationalities, different religions, different social class, different capacities, different life stages…)  and a mirror.

“All around you are images of normal everyday women – made in the image of God… rest in these images and feminine words and phrases from the bible and know also that you are made in the image of God.  Blessed are you among women.  You have found favour in God’s sight.”

Station #5

Set-up: Fireplace/brazier

“Fires can be captivating sources of light and warmth;
Feed the fire.
Feel the light and warmth pour over you
Feel the nourishment of the Holy Spirit
pour over and around you.”

Light of the world, we confess that you are here

Shine your light into the hidden places of our lives

and bring warmth to the cold places of our hearts.

 

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Set-up: Small stones and a cross

“What is weighing on your mind/heart right now?

(locally, globally, personally…)

Hold a rock as you pray for these heavy things you carry

Then put them down as a symbol of giving these concerns into God’s care.”

 

Station #7

Set-up: Some blankets and pillows laid out under a night sky

 

lift up a stone and
you will find me there
I am the hole of your doughnut
the spaces between
the stars
I am down behind the sofa
cushions with the lint and
loose change
I can be seen in raindrops
sliding down the window pane,
smelled in Johnsons baby shampoo,
heard in the drawer opening
to put away your clothes.
In the soft folds of the wrinkles
at the corners of your eyes
I am there

Lie back.
Look at the stars, the bats flying overhead
Listen… what can you hear?
Be present to the God that is with you always.

 

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Grief

my eyelids
draw downwards
shutters over grief
the senselessness
drops away
like a well within me
i try to get to the bottom of it
but i do not know
how far down it goes
my eyes open
just before i drown

 

Talitha Fraser

daffs

the tray of

daffodil bulbs from the dumpster

was mostly empty

but imagine

some day

at the tip

messy, smelly, unwanted things

the green shoots first

then golden trumpeting glory

in a unlikely place

Talitha Fraser
 
(photo credit to Duncan Toms)

Breathe

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breathe

one breath

that’s it

now another

now you’re getting the hang of it

breathe out

that’s the way

and again

that’s the way

to life

Talitha Fraser

darkness

incohate rage
everything smash up
wordless shaking
unblinking stare into the abyss
of darkness that has swallowed you
falling

he only has the power that you give
him…     him…     him…
the words fall into silence unheard

Talitha Fraser

In fear aspiring

I fear that what might be my honest, deliberate truth might in fact be driven by my fear, or worse, that I have never been tested.

How do you measure integrity?

In this moment my truth explains, justifies, gives grace to my life. Could I ever doubt, regret, call that into question as some new learning, new light shines into my brokenness?

In every moment we are given a choice about what we do or say – watch TV? Do the readings for Uni? Check for the 5th time in 10 minutes whether someone has retweeted  my tweet? How do we register the frequency of the symphonic harmony of life and step into the dance?

The only thing sadder than a life on the sidelines is not even knowing you are invited…

i tell you arise

Jesus seemed to move around a bit… city to sea, centre to margins; in between the “happenings” the speeches and stories, the healing and the casting out – he and his friends would have spent some time on the road.  I wonder if this was his introverted time to recharge before the gig? Whether they’d process how it went “I don’t know, do you think they get it?”, “OMG did you see that Pharisees face? I thought he might have a heart attack”… Joy or sadness, success and frustrations poured out around a campfire at night, shared around a meal, not ranked recliners but a simple circle on the ground – men and women together, schmick tax collectors and homely fishermen. Despite having people around him all the time I bet there were times Jesus felt lonely in his vocation, times he wrestled with the call, felt caught between the surety of purpose and the unknowing of where the path would lead… and felt fear.

i tell you arise

Martin Luther King, Mother Teresa, Te Whiti, Dorothy Day, Ghandi, saints, prophets and witnesses have gone in that water, I am not worthy to set foot in it.

Maybe just a toe? I’ll paddle here on the edges –  I can see to the bottom, sure footing… it’s safe here. I can see the way forward and the way back.

What if I’m swept off my feet? What if the current takes me? Where will it take me? I am not strong enough to swim against the current long… what if I can’t get out?

This is the river that baptised Jesus.  This same water that washed his feet and that of his disciples whom he knelt to serve… this water is not of death but of life…

i tell you arise

Talitha Fraser

my own skin

Uncomfortable in my own skin
I imagine I am a shapeshifter
I read… watch movies… to embody
someone else to get relief from myself
I try to escape who I am as if that person bores me, annoys me,
repels me
I think to love someone more than myself is ridiculously easy,
to love myself as I love others…
that is a very daunting thing
to imagine.

Who might I become if I were loved?

Talitha Fraser

O, the shame of it

the turbulence of the world behind my eyes spills out
shame burning
guilt gasping
heart constriction

shock

I see your shock at my nakedness.
The nakedness of my whole truth.
My vulnerability.
Like a foetus curled, cold, helpless.

Quick. Retreat. Apologise.

Tuck it back in, decorum returns.
Healing might not have happened but my humanity affirmed your own.

Somehow with our shit, our baggage, our brokenness
we still find a way to live loving one another.

it is very dark there
and very lonely
in the world behind my eyes

I want to dream

I want to dream
I want to dream together
I want to dream together and for your vision plus my vision
to surpass anything either could imagine on our own
I want to use my gifts to serve your vision, and
for you to do the same for me
I want the dream to be organic and to change
as you and I change
I want the dream to look different in different kinds of light
– sunlight, moonlight…
and seasons
– spring, autumn…
I want to talk about the dream as we walk along, catch the bus, share a meal together
I want to know the intimacy of shared thoughts with you
common and sacred at the same time
I want a dream that in its dreaming makes me smile in my sleep and
hold hope for a whole world through the day
I want a dream that needs a roll of butchers paper, five colours of post it notes and
four coloured marker pens to explain and still doesn’t really capture its soul
I want to dream together with you
I want to dream together
I want to dream

Talitha Fraser

Listen

I lost my voice again today.
Not from shouting too much.
No… more mute than that, more fut- (I’ll)

repress, supress to impress you
and make you feel good about yourself
as I diminish. Finish saying nothing because…

I lost my voice again today
it was not drowned out
indeed it rarely swims
being afraid of the water
undercurrents
submerged logs
stagnant bogs
blank blog
page
empty of hope and dreams.

I lost my voice again today.
Thoughts are teeming through my mind but
my feelings make my tongue numb
I want to get them out
but I doubt
myself and you move on
to your next (point)
out to me my flaws, their cause, no pause for understanding.
I want to do work of worth, birth something beautiful together but
you are so protective of the turf there might as well be a “Keep Off The Grass” sign out (front)

up, make me an offer, negotiate, my way or the highway
that does not head in the direction I want to go.

I lost my voice again today.
I was looking for what was true, went via your agenda, don’t make this about my gender.
Except, of course, that it is.
Lord, why am I still here?
Why do I care?
The words of an individual
indivisible from their meaning
gleaning, glistening
purity out of obscurity
my truth…
Listen.
This is my truth.

This is my whole truth.

Inspired by the poetry of Joel McKerrow and Stevie Wills at Surrender and resident poet at the City Library this month Alia Gabrez, Centre for Poetics and Justice (by Talitha Fraser)