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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Struggle in Exile
“Search out the house of your heart. Hope lies within,” writes Colleen Keating.
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.
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.
One vote is all we have
Another year. Another federal election. Marie’s poem rings as true today as it did three years ago.
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...
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.
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...