Section Archive: Poetry

In Earth’s Sacred Womb

Sitting on the soil of the Flinders Ranges, in Ikara, the very heart and womb of that sacred meeting place for the Adnyamathanha People, was life changing for Marie Casamento.

Posted on: May 16, 2023

What the world needs now is poetry

When we call on poetry, we hope and expect to find something deep and genuine. In a time of rampant misinformation and ‘alternative facts’, poetry serves as a Cassandra-like truth-teller.

Posted on: December 20, 2022

The Living Dead

Vickie Walker is the author of short stories and poetry, many based on her love of Australia. ‘The Living Dead’ was an entry in The Good Oil 2021 Writers’ Award.

Posted on: February 15, 2022

Feathered flashes of hope

This poem by Good Samaritan Sister Marie Casamento was inspired by Easter and an engaging documentary, Penguins: Meet the Family, a unique celebration of one of Earth’s most iconic birds.

Posted on: April 24, 2021

With ashened hands and heart

Scorched dry heart, mapped on the faces of young and old, rich and poor alike. Caught by a climate change of a pandemic, writes Good Samaritan Sister Marie Casamento.

Posted on: October 20, 2020

Struggle in Exile

“Search out the house of your heart. Hope lies within,” writes Colleen Keating.

Posted on: December 11, 2019

Hildegard of Bingen: A Poetic Journey

Hildegard puts us in touch with ecology and a sense of wonder. Her visionary theology is both grand and utterly intimate, writes Colleen Keating. 

Posted on: September 18, 2019

Felt in the very hairs of our souls

During NAIDOC week, Good Samaritan Sister Marie Casamento SGS reflected on the spirits of the first peoples imbibing the land in Wivenhoe where she lives.

Posted on: July 17, 2019

One vote is all we have

Another year. Another federal election. Marie’s poem rings as true today as it did three years ago.

Posted on: February 20, 2019

Fractured moonlight

“Fractured moonlight glints from the dark of a broken world; our whisper of prayer rises to sing the dawn. Christmas is in the air, light pierces the dark,” writes Colleen...

Posted on: December 12, 2018

Metaphorical marbles

“By Christmas,” they said, “we will let them in.” In stealth, in the dark of night, by the boats of the sky, they fly.

Posted on: November 21, 2018

East and West in monastic ritual

Day three, on the eve of St Benedict’s feast, prayer to the God of the Clouds rewarded, as the rains hold back enough to give safe passage to the last...

Posted on: July 18, 2018