The edge of life

The edge of holiness

A thin moment

A kiss and a whisper in the dark morning

And I lie there

as the sun lightly kisses the earth

that life is not found in bigness

it is found in each moment

but will be open to it

Open enough to drink it in?

Beating Breathing Heart

human pain

I’m apart of human pain

Of suffering and fear

Of dust and dirt

Of laughter and tears

Relentless striving

The heartache of existence

I’m apart of it

My heart opens and closes



A living thing


over and over

And yet it still beats

And loves again despite the risk

Arms flung open

Another wound expecting

Constant healing

hope resurrecting

I’m apart of the broken hearts that still beat

I’m apart of it all

I am human

I’ll always choose to be human.

A Break Up LetterĀ 



Dear Certainty,

You are a deceptive type of friend to have. You seem really safe, you seem really reliable. You have all the right answers. Something to blanket myself with. I needed you in a time of vulnerability, of shaky faith. You served me well in those early years. But now you have become a foe, always letting me down. It seems the inner critic, the self appointed judge and you are having coffee more often than I thought. But enough is enough. I am writing this as my formal notice of the termination of our relationship. I want to tell you that although you seemed useful in some small way, you alienated me from the people I ought to love most, my relationships suffered because of you, because you needed to be right, because you were so black and white about everything. You marred how I saw the world and humanity, you convinced me of utter depravity and so I saw people with grey tinted glasses. You cost me many years of my life, many thoughts of worry that were not mine to think, many misguided agendas, many efforts to convince people of your conclusions, talking at people rather then listening to them. You kept me far away from my new friend, curiosity. Curiosity was a threat to you, you were so jealous, so afraid of new possibilities, so scared that your truth might not be the only truth. So you put up a shield rather then opening up your arms. Your ways were never gentle, your thoughts never kind. It left me so confused and doubtful, conflicted between my heart and in my mind. But I guess in a way I have reason to thank you. Thankyou for pushing me to point of breaking, thank you that I have seen the narrow path that certainty leads down, thankyou for helping me to see how ugly, unwelcoming and unhelpful you are in a world that thirsts for unconditional love and acceptance. My eyes are truly open and my grey tinted glasses have broken under the weight of divine love. I now see humanity so differently. I see all the beauty and all that is holy everywhere, not just in the bubbles you have created.

Certainty left me blind but now, I finally see.

I hold it all lightly. I listen to people who see things differently to myself, I hold it with dignity. I let go of the burden of agenda, pressure to convince people, that there is one true way. I am free to listen, to enjoy, to laugh, to love with each human in my path. I am so glad we’re not together anymore. I am now free and free indeed.

I am not certain of anything now except for one thing:

That Love always wins.

Kind Regards,

Gemma Uren




I crash into you again

writhing with the pain

clawing down the sides as I

fall into your tunnel again

Things had been so good

When I wasn’t looking

it pounces

A thief in the night-time hour

The infinite


consuming me

Like I’m lost


The scared little child takes over

Falling deeper ever deeper

I cannot see him

I black out in fear

and the sadness becomes me

“I’m sorry”, I whisper

as he pulls me out again

“Look at me! Look me in the eye!”

I gasp for air

breathing in the reality

I came out of it again

“I’m so sorry”, I whisper

“I’m so sorry.”