Tag Archive: poetry


On living

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listen to me

trying to explain myself

to You who knows me

through and through

I speak aloud,

can You hear me?

Yes, and I need to

hear myself

in the echoing silence

gun-gunh, a beat

gun-gunh, a hearts beat

gun-gunh, gun-gunh

you have to live into the answers

 

 

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there are my ideas

then my reality

there are my intentions

then my reality

there are my ideals

then my reality

I live my life falling short

falling

I live my life

my short life

falling

I live.

 

Talitha Fraser

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A Poetry Handbook – Mary Oliver

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“Among the things I learned in those years were two of special interest to poets.  First, that one can rise early in the morning and have time to write (or, even, to take a walk and then write) before the world’s work schedule begins.  Also, that one can live simply and honorably on just about enough to keep a chicken alive. And do so cheerfully.

This I have always known – that if I did not live my life immersed in the one activity which suits me, and which also, to tell the truth, keeps me utterly happy and intrigued, I would come someday to bitter and mortal regret.”

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fragments in the dreaming

skittish across the landscape of my mind

some disparate thoughts slow

go side by side mismatched  a way

sometimes they chase each other

along and around – chasing, racing

and I am there with my

reins of reason to draw them in

I seek rest, a blank unknowing

and have instead this kaleidoscope

of people, stories, ideas, words

I seek to, and do, resist it

but sometimes, rarely, I join the

Dance and explore a terrain

both fearsome and wondrous

Talitha Fraser

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“For me, the activist poem is a performative activist poem: one in which action is an implicit part of the writing, delivery, and hopefully the reception of the piece… the poem becomes a literal act with cause and effect. Its action cannot be denied because it is an implicit part of its creation (and delivery).”

John Kinsella

this, a little oasis

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this
a little oasis of
in between
that will not last
a hiatus
a breath
a moment
to be
made and remade
I am
sitting on a little
patch of earth
somewhere between
there and here
thinking
very little of anything

Talitha Fraser

You persistently and insistently

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You
persistently and insistently
speak love into my life
giving comfort and solace
even as I try to deny I need help
You see through me
You see into me, into my heart
and simply state ‘I love you’
no more or less than that
for me to respond or react
irregardless
You speak love into me
the medicine I don’t want to take
and need so desperately to live
there is no denying or demurring
You
persistently and insistently
speak love into my life
and I am grateful.

Talitha Fraser

Welcome, we acknowledge that we gather on the land of which the people of the Kulin Nations have been custodians since time immemorial.

This is our second in a series called The Art of Discipleship where we showcase the material of different books and engage with their material creatively.

WEEK TWO

The activity this week is taken from:

Christi-Anarchy: Discovering a Radical Spirituality of Compassion and you can read a little more about it here from the first time I read it if you’re interested.

This book by Dave Andrews goes into the fact that Jesus Christ preached a gospel of love and peace with justice but the history of the Christian religion is littered with every kind of evil – What went wrong?

Mediation:  Dave Andrews poem speaks to Jesus’ compassion, his hunger for justice,  and desire to work with marginal groups for real transformation in our world – inviting us to live this way too through the eyes of the disciple Peter.

The prologue of Christi-Anarchy: Discovering A Radical Spirituality Of Compassion retells Dave’s unfortunate history of being kicked out of YWAM many years ago.  This lays the foundation for the rest of the book – a grave injustice done in the name of Christ. At micro and macro levels…

The very first chapter of Dave Andrews book is called:

A History of Christianity: A History of Cruelty

And it’s broken down into 4 areas:

-Councils, Creeds & Coercian: ca. AD 100-500
-Emperors, Popes & Power: ca. AD 500-1000
-Crusades, Inquisitions & Control: ca. AD 1000-1500
-Worldwide Evangelism, Witch Hunts & Genocide: ca. 1500-2000

So you can see how this is not an easy read – to really ‘look’ at the history of the church (our church) and to try and grapple with how this relates to our own understanding of who Jesus was and the way that he lived.

What I’m hoping to create tonight is a bit of a meditation space reflecting on Dave Andrews words speaking to Jesus’ compassion, and his hunger for justice, his desire to work with marginal groups for real transformation in our world and inviting us to live this way too through the eyes of the disciple Peter – speaking into the disillusionment or cynicism we might sometimes feel towards our own church/discipleship movement.

To give you a bit of an overview about where this is going – you will want to make yourselves comfortable because I’m basically going to try and read this like a play/well… a monologue… and it’s going to take about 20 minutes – I’m going to make the room dark because I want you to try and  visualise the scene  and put yourself in  Peter’s shoes.  I’ll leave things dark and quiet for a few minutes while people reflect and then bring us back together for sharing/prayer…

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So, from the macro to the micro for Peter to set the scene and condense the bible into a paragraph… we know from the oral history passed down and recorded that the people of God were slaves under Pharoah, led across the Red Sea to freedom, wanderers in the desert and led across the River Jordan into the Promised Land – Jerusalem, they finally have their own sovereignty: a line of Kings: Joshua, Saul, David, and Solomon … who turns from God’s ways and the city is destroyed in Chronicles, rebuilt in Ezra,  and restored in Isaiah then a series of prophets come… the day is coming when Israel will be judged for its sins, prophesies of the birth of one to come… after Babylonion captivity, they are under the domination of Persia…IMG_5065

We fast forward 400 years between the
Old Testament and the new – and Rome is now the dominant power… Herod the “great” is slaughtering male children, under a star somewhere in Bethlehem a child is born, in a dark and troubled place…

Jesus is born – the next great political leader, descending of Kings, fulfilling the prophecies –  who would lead the uprising to free the people from Roman oppression and win back the independence of the Jews!!  Jesus says “Truly, this very night, before the rooster crows you will deny me 3 times” and Peter responds, “Even if I have to die with You, I will not deny You.” And all the disciples agreed.

Except that Jesus didn’t really behave the way people expected… didn’t lead the way we expected, fight the way we expected… died when we didn’t expect it

Arrested, disgraced and denied three times… Peter broke down and wept.

(here follows the reading of the poem, n.b. not complete in these images)

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Reflection questions:

  • what thoughts/feelings are arising?
  • …since I read this on the internet it must be true: Palestine is the most fought-over country in the world, and Jerusalem is the most captured city in all history. It has been pillaged, ravished, burned and destroyed more than 27 times in its history… paradox of peace and conflict in this area…
  • What is Andrews’ Jesus role modelling here around community conflict? (e.g. promises we make and can’t keep) what pathways back to wholeness are role modelled here? (e.g. be honest with one another, share meals, communicate openly…)  What can you honestly and openly offer? What are our experiences of where this has worked/not worked well?

Time of prayer for ourselves and others.

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that is where I am

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that is where I am right now
in a cloud of unknowing
I cannot see the way forward
I cannot tell if I am falling, floating
or still
I say “Here I am, send me”
trusting You to lead me through
my fears
and I will not go back

 

Talitha Fraser

 

ssh…

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ssh… ssh… ssh…
the sea soothes
ssh… ssh… ssh…
the sea moves
ssh… ssh… ssh…
the moving sea soothes
ssh… ssh… ssh…
the soothing sea moves
ssh…
ssh…
ssh…

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Sacred solitude

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the river
invites you
not to be
anywhere
but here

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yellow pollen blossoms
seeds and pods
spring blooming
all along the riverbank
spring
and blooming

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quack says the duck
quack at once mournful
and warning
a calling or a sending
listen…
quack says the duck
quack at once guarding
and guiding
a calling or a sending
listen…

 

Talitha Fraser