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    Only Constants
    Only Constants
    Only Constants
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    Only Constants

    By Sarah Agnew

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    One thing we can be sure of in life is that nothing will stay the same. But is that all we can count on? Featuring poems from an intense period of change, this collection explores what remains the same when everything is different.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDebbie Lee
    Release dateMar 14, 2016
    ISBN9781760411152
    Only Constants
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    Sarah Agnew

    Sarah Agnew is a storyteller, poet and minister from Adelaide, Australia. She writes, performs, teaches and leads workshops in Australia, Scotland and beyond.

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      Only Constants - Sarah Agnew

      Only Constants

      Only Constants

      Sarah Agnew

      Ginninderra Press

      Contents

      Copyright

      Dedication

      abiding

      unwavering

      given: a meditation on faith

      unrelenting

      persevering

      change

      The Only Constants

      ISBN 978 1 76041 115 2

      Copyright © text Sarah Agnew 2016

      Cover photo: Sarah Agnew

      All rights reserved. No part of this ebook may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright holder. Requests for permission should be sent to the publisher at the address below.

      First published 2016 by

      Ginninderra Press

      PO Box 3461 Port Adelaide 5015 Australia

      www.ginninderrapress.com.au

      For my many constant friends through this season of change

      With gratitude

      abiding

      morning psalm & t’ai chi

      Psalm 30:5

      arms paint the rainbow

      kookaburras laughing

      scatter night’s weeping

      by the billabong

      a gathering prayer

      we gather by the billabong

      remnant place of growing

      place of deep still

      time out from the flow

      we gather by the billabong

      each one valued

      each one needed

      in this place,

      for this time

      out from the river’s flow

      we gather by the billabong

      stirred, unsettled by new water

      after rain

      we have fallen here, by

      the billabong, floated

      on wind and water

      to this still place of knowing

      for a season, for each other

      we gather here,

      by the billabong, each one

      whole with each other

      together one

      gathered here

      An Ode to Terrible Beauty

      I love a sunburnt country,

      this land, big island red

      spread from centre north

      and west, east and south

      to vineyard’s edge, to golden

      sands and green blue grey

      blue sea –

      to tangled green

      of forest and carpet green

      of field, I love this land,

      this

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