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 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 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 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 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 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 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 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…
Christmas Eve To Christ aloud we sing tonight The eve of all that will come right To Christ alone, we sing To Christ the union and the bride The feminine in male disguise To Christ alone, we sing To Christ…
Shabbat Shabbat’s a habit Got me early In a common-sense sort of way Like my habit of leaving Webs, on the outside of windows (Never the inside) Simply for the pleasure Of the naked instant Tīwaiwaka Plunges the web…