The Ballad of Tetete Ni Kolivuti

Tetete Ni Kolivuti (which means ‘hill of prayer’) is the headquarters of the Community of the Sisters of the Church in Solomon Islands. I visited TNK back in September and this is a little ballad about this wonderful place.

The soldiers arrived in ’42
With their guns and their packs and their marching boots too
They unloaded their ships and they made their way through
In search of a place to call home
They built a new hill on a flat piece of ground
Cleared the coconut trees from the bush all around
Made a fortified lookout on top of the mound
At Tetete ni Leleu – the Hill of War

The sisters arrived in 71,
The trees had returned now the soldiers had gone
They faithfully followed as God led them on
In search of a place to call home
They built their first chapel up on the hill there
The community grew as together they shared
what little they had with compassion and care
At Tetete ni Kolivuti – the Hill of Prayer

The flood waters rose in ’23
Submerging the land all the way to the sea
And the people all round had to climb up the trees
In search of a place to call home
The hill was an island for several days
Like Noah and Jonah the sisters all prayed
In the swirling of waters as together they stayed
At Tetete lia Kokomu – the Island Hill

For nearly a century the hill has stood
Through war and disaster, through wildfire and flood
As a beacon of light and a wellspring of good
Tetete Ni Kolivuti
This community of sisters still hold on to the spark
in this hill which has been an island, a refuge, an ark,
In a turbulent world where so much is dark
From the hill of war came the hill of prayer
The island hill is still standing there
Tetete Ni Kolivuti (the Hill of Prayer)

(c) Rich Clarkson 2025

Acrobat

I’m not quite sure where this song came from, other than I mentioned a trombone piece called “The Acrobat” in a sermon recently and the music has been on the music stand in my study, clearly seeping into my subconscious!

Without her coat and hat
She tumbles from her flat
Like some strange acrobat
And after that
She sets off down the street
On someone else’s feet
Her tightrope walk complete
So bittersweet

And even though her world is upside down
And she’s falling with the puppeteers and clowns
And though the crowds cheering her on
can see there’s something wrong
They think it’s somehow all part of the show
Little do they know

She’s up on her trapeze
And looking down she sees
The rubble and debris
That used to be
The life she thought she knew
So comfortable and true
But now she swings right through
To something new

She’s coming in to land
As time flows like the sand
Slipping through her hand
She understands
That all there is to know
Is nothing but a show
And when the curtains close
It’s time to go
© Rich Clarkson 2025

Photo by Robin Battison on Unsplash

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