Alpha Centauri

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Alpha Centauri

Bright binary star at

Civilisation’s

Dawn part of an

Equatorial constellation shifted

Far south since that time the

Greeks depicted the constellation as

Half human half horse with the Southern Cross as one of

Its legs the Babylonians as a bison with a human

Joined at its torso

Keeping to its course it will gradually

Lift in our celestial sphere

Moving

North towards the celestial equator and then

Over the next hundred thousand years will according to our

Perspective

Quite vanish from sight

Receding amongst the countless

Stars of

The Milky Way

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Miracle

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Are words the thing they speak about? The cup

that holds the wine? Are they the guardians?

The flags that signify? The anchors up

when ships set sail? The calm meridian

between the hemispheres? The word made flesh

is what religion holds. The texture of

divinity, a cup that overflows.

To find the truth of things – the great because,

retreating as horizons swallow sky –

a noble task. With ingenuity

a sheet of paper may be coaxed to fly,

a likeness sketched with cool veracity.

Skilful lips can imitate a bird,

a miracle – to hold it in a word.

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In the Black Night

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In the black night

I look at the stars.

Through blackest faith

I see into heaven.

The kernel of light

that broke at sunset

in the black night

buds and flowers.

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In the black night

my steps are in dew.

The tears of the night

bring vision renewed.

All I have lost

to see your dark face

in the black night

turns to gold.

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In the black night

my heart crucified

sparkles like ice

in infinite sky.

Boundless the night

is a temple of God.

In its expanse

there is peace.

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In the black night

I wait to be born.

The night is a womb

that opens at dawn.

Around unseen

on the distant hills

are blazing fires

of morning.

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Tomorrow comes

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Tomorrow comes. Somehow we are prepared.

Trees grow towards the light. Above the formless

deep the Spirit broods. At least we’re spared

anxiety – to think this way. At dawn

the blackbird sings. But often we can barely

see the line of waiting trees, nor sense

the hidden sun. What hope – when life unfairly

shifts? Our frailty is our one defense.

A feather is as light as air, and yet

it lifts a bird. The grip of winter fails

before the bud. A destiny is set.

A fleet of ships approaches in full sail.

The face I cannot see is like the one

beyond the trees, where day has just begun.

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Bright star

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A

Bright star in the

Cold sky

Denies our

Existence its

Foreign

Gaze

Has the

Incisive

Joy of youth a

Keen glance that should be

Long

Motionless in the grave yet

Now looks on us who

Only

Perceiving a moment in our tiny

Quotient of its existence

Resemble a firefly’s

Sparkle but

To be here

Under its light is a

Vision for

Wonder

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Ripples

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A stone falls in a pond, the ripples carry

echoes of that moment to the rim

in circle after circle, marrying

origin to end. At the beginning

of the universe, when time and space

were one, a moment birthed the multitude

of things, expanding in concentric arcs

of power. So the world has been renewed,

the face of time pierced by the One. His sign –

a cross, an empty tomb, a hurricane

within a room – we feel it realign

our inner being. What was, ever the same

shall be, the centre of eternity,

has reached our shore like ripples on the sea.

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Assize

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The photo shows you trying to shake his hand,

while he, with eyes elsewhere, has placed his hand

upon your head. You’re just a child, adorned

with markings of your tribe, while he, adorned

in suit and tie, is ruler of the land.

The privilege to which a man is born

determines much in this great southern land.

The scene was set before the child was born.

But privilege is more than suit and tie.

The colours of the earth upon his skin

remind us of the place to which we’re tied,

and that assize through which new worlds begin –

when You are seen in every human face

and dignity shines forth from every place.

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[A photo of the Prime Minister, Tony Abbot, with his hand on the head of an indigenous boy from Arnhem Land, as the boy, unnoticed, holds out his hand.]

Brothers

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At life’s

Beginning

Cohabitants of

Dawn

.

Each

Finds a way to

Grow

Holding

Inside their

Joint

Knowing

.

Love

Moulds

Nobly

.

Opening

Persuading

Questioning

Revealing

Silencing

Transforming

.

Under life’s surface

Vision

Warmer

Expands

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Exodus 34:6

Exodus 34:6

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Cloud

Over

Mountain

Plateau

Above

Sky

Solid

Intense

One-fold

Nascent

.

.

Grown heavy

Rain

Against

Crags

Intwined

Occident

Undoing

Sun

.

.

Sundown

Last

Obscured

White

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Transcendent

Orion

.

A

Nothingness

God

Enters

Rest

.

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At dawn a

Belt of stars

Our

Universe

Nature’s

Diadem

Incredulous

Naked

Generosity

.

Inbreath

New

.

Life

Obtained

Viva

Ever present

.

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Father

Abba

I

Theme

Host

Fulfilment

Urtext 

Living

Numinous

Ecstatic

Silent

Serene

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