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Sacred Ground: Cassandra Kulay
I never knew that to draw the veil was wrong or right, I kissed the blank wailing wall to learn to trust and it clashed with joy like staring into the sun with sight. The pure moon lead me around, this time you will feel it, dragging you down to the ground but I will … Continue reading Sacred Ground: Cassandra Kulay
I Visualize Heart in Hand: Stephen Sigurdson
I visualise heart in hand, tying to a string, attached to a balloon of Many colours, to carry you through hard times, to be used when your spirit Needs a lift, it is given unconditionally, a gift. I visualise heart in hand, the heart glows, full of light, to help you When you are in … Continue reading I Visualize Heart in Hand: Stephen Sigurdson
Puddle: Robert St.Germain
A puddle on the ground is much like our world. And greed is the oil that clouds the surface. You can never drink the water, for it would make you sick. The spirit of life is polluted, Too much war and strife. And the loss of our beauty digs in like a knife. We turn … Continue reading Puddle: Robert St.Germain
Plenty of Angels in the Sky: John Oross
As the sun was shining down From up above in the bright blue sky Everyone was at peace, filled with love Enjoying the sun, Haiti style Dealing with their daily lives Under the peace of tranquil skies Suddenly there was rumbling Nowhere to run… No place to hide… Why did this disaster have to happen? … Continue reading Plenty of Angels in the Sky: John Oross
The River Still Flows: Jessica Finkel
I can smell you so here we are under the stars above you are love to me like the stories of many they say to us now we will weave our own. With many days in nature together and apart in our work, in our lives, in our long times spent together as the cycle … Continue reading The River Still Flows: Jessica Finkel
Blind Man: Jan McCartney
The blind man sat with hands on lap On a bench beneath the tree. His white cane, scuffed and dirty, Sat with him, on his knee. Passersby felt sympathy And all spoke in hushed tones. But not one of them would try to “see” What he “saw” in his bones. And after daybreak, still, he … Continue reading Blind Man: Jan McCartney
An Island: James Adamson
To Gwyneth, with Love The planet is like an island when it seems we never meet I venture into a world of unattainable sea froth, the stars floating on incredible distance the sand still between my toes and I have got to risk my life to find you.
A Little Dignity in a Place that Gives None: Gerald Herron
Handcuffs, shackles, meat wagon, pass the city limit signs, down highway seven; and like a Wecome Mat, gun towers, barbed wire, electric fences. It's a place where time is counted in nickles and dimes. And I remember a young man playing the guitar, I would stop and say, how goes it future rock star? And … Continue reading A Little Dignity in a Place that Gives None: Gerald Herron
The Fight of Joan: Elton Plett
An innocent heart pure and free to romp through fields in revere. A little further along in time was found inside a voice divine. Inspired to turn to chastity and desired a life of charity. Though in her land where hostilities were strong denying her peace for what she longed. Conflicting powers trampled underfoot tarnished … Continue reading The Fight of Joan: Elton Plett
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