Whanau
Whanau The direction that the kuia is indicating is not one primary direction, but a slower indigenous healing of the whole After you are sentenced You stand in firm innocence As about us, our whanau swallows Shock and disappointment While…
Twisted Frequency
Twisted Frequency We pass freely into Twisted Frequency Where the team at the gate gift me My bracelet of many colours Which I embrace Like some long-forsaken Joseph Stumbling his way through the last days Of his ever so tapu…
Scuttle
Scuttle There’s enough dancing scuttle to cancel all dangerous threads You sit, pink-tongued above Sams Creek Where your ancestors sat pink-tongued Long before human threads First brown, then white, arrive in Aotearoa Where volcanoes spit flame Earthquake mountains shudder And…
Yoke
Yoke The yoke of the people of Iran must be lifted – There’s horror beneath it It’s an ancient darkness becoming alive It’s a lonely place. It hurts. It’s a burden I cannot lift It’s a message of peace for…
The Earth is an experience of what some people still call the Christ
The Earth is an experience of what some people still call the Christ The Christ she roars, she’s lions deep Upon the hills, she’s grazing sheep Upheld by air, she hangs on high Into the sea, she twists and dives…
A skinny opening two thousand years ago
A skinny opening two thousand years ago Some think that God does everything With a wink of a starry eye Incarnation’s much more difficult Though few do wonder why An opening must pierce the smog A cup must leave the…
The impossible path that Mary teaches
The impossible path that Mary teaches The Angel’s face is never seen Nor do its wings unfurl Yet, Presence speaks within the heart Of a budding teenage girl Will she stay true and guide us through? We sense her truth…
There’s no need to stand at the door and knock; there’s never been a door
There’s no need to stand at the door and knock; there’s never been a door Let’s gaze upon the missing door That’s Gracie’s gift to the lost and poor There’s nothing here that’s black and white No dead decrees, constrictions…
Deborah
Deborah Hear me, Deborah, my love You, who drag events, stone tables and shatter pillars Who are the incarnation of Justice for those who defend Sam’s Creek, and the prophetess of the activation And I saw your daughter high in…
Occupation
Occupation We stand within the awa That flows so crystal clear As we chant our declarations Words ride by on the air While stones they roll towards us With hands upon their chins & knotted brows and ageless eyes And…