Category: theopoetics
I come to You with Nothing
dark abyss and empty
sometimes I pretend
sometimes I avoid
sometimes I hide.
But if I came to You
with my hands full
I would not be able
to receive anything.
You.
You spun heaven and
earth and light and
dark and land and
sky and birds and
beasts and me…
from Nothing.
You are not afraid of it,
the possibility of it,
and nor shall I be.
Dark abyss and empty
potential.
Talitha Fraser
You move in mysterious ways
but there’s no denying You move.
You don’t stay still,
You respond;
words, actions, choices, stories
seas and cities, family and friends
The Singer and the Song
May I have this dance with You?
Talitha Fraser
I leave a door ajar
a window open
creating space for You
invitation
to a potential
encounter
You don’t come
and I learn anew
there’s a discipline
to this
holding space
moulding grace
Talitha Fraser
I am an emotional creature…
I love You.
Most days that doesn’t feel enough.
I want to do more for You.
I am grateful for that hunger.
Love. We look for it.
Talitha Fraser
not spill
knot spills
unravelling
dark matter
from black hole
consuming all
in its path
tug
loose strands
but I cannot
come undone
feels like malice
some ironic
toast to the Powers
that are killing me
we are all dying
Talitha Fraser
you set out | not a doubt | full of faith
and truth | but the Tree of Life has no
fruit for you | what to do? | Set it
aflame and watch it burn | wood
you learn, burn, would you turn it to
good? [break] the conveyor belt
of happiness leads somewhere else |
you felt lied to | denied too | choice |
red or blue pill | black or white
still | frame | blame | psych, dyke
scared of the light not the dark
because the dark is safe | [break]
I find it hard to trust now
[break] people will tell you there
is no other way | stay | but I
say go… and pray | The Way is
what you make it | I don’t fit anymore
I don’t sit anymore in a pew for
you | leading or led? | bleeding but
fed | speeding or dead. [break]
Talitha Fraser
pre-pare
clear the way
and the table
flatware
plenty to share
light a candle
set it there
against the dark
and speak of grace
Talitha Fraser
oily
insinuating
lie
clings
skin, pores
each breath
I cry
I pant
I pray
itellyouarise 