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Slumber silently surfaces
Rest recently realised
In moments of calm
As Grace offers respite
May transformation occur
as discerning unfolds
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Sun sets scarlet
Clouds copper cast
Stars twinkle upward
Moon newly outlined
May the wonder of evening
inspire creativity on dawn’s debut
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Smart or pleasant?
Nice or kind?
Why help? Care? Give?
May all who give
require no recognition
May all who need
receive without expectation
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Headlines distract
As life unfolds
Sound bites obscure
As joy & sorrow dance
Life weaves certainty & doubt
& reveals wonder in the ordinary
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Her pen witnesses tears
Her muse marks echo’s laughter
In letters’ pause
upward she spies
Poet unseen
a smile blooms
as our tale unfolds
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Cars idle
anticipating advance
Pedestrians fidget
awaiting flash forward
By rote
agency is diminished
Awake: if u can dream
u can create
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Scrapers touch night sky
Waning moon tints boulevard
Anonymous lives unfold
in isolated illusion
Yet communities thrive
threading stories
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Generations dance
Shared goals
Different lenses
Same hopes
Separate experiences
May wisdom guide
as bridge across
unknown waters
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Into dark alleys
we fear to tread
Down byways of
sorrow & joy
we do avoid
For in such places
by meeting the other
we may our self greet
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Roots dive deep
into time soil layered
Stories thread intimately
lives woven deeply
Alone
we r ego’s limit
Together
we r potential unleashed
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Fulfillment comes
with play
Joy emboldens
within the grey
Laughter echoes
through halls of loss
Compassion
models love
May you shine!
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Choices numb Agency
Lined aisles reinforce
privilege’s illusion
You are Poet’s muse
You are her words writ
By your Action
the poem unfolds
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What’s your future?
Your past?
One’s been
The other yet to be
The Now
is what u have
Claim it & please
don’t let someone
steal it from u
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Winter grips tight
In #winnipeg corners
hidden lives hold
tenaciously in frigid fragility
May all who hold Light
share warmth without agenda
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The Poet’s pen flows
We are verbs
that nurture a noun
We are adjectives
that details the sentence
And between the spaces
our lives unfold
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Suffering tempts inaction
In rubbled houses
homes once stood
People displaced
straggle lost
May wanderer’s journey
find sanctuary offered
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Feathered falling flakes
Prowling piling pack
Beneath bleaching
shrouded secrets slumber
May light of day
expose that which
we would bury
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Acquired apathy=acquiesced agency
Captives r not freed
Widows & children
r not loved
Strangers r not protected
w/o our intention & attention
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In frenzied Black Friday’s
consumption reality
Do we make space
to spy beneath
advertisement’s veneer?
To ask from whom
do we benefit?
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The Waiting
The Dreaming
The Longing begins
Advent dawns
The future for which we work
begins in the space
between reflection & preparation
Your reflections are most welcome!