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- Into the dark of the depths
- Sapping and draining my breath
- Diving away from the light
- Vanish from surface’s sight
- Alone in my silent descent
- Away from the cries of repent
- But there at the bottom so still
- A new light my empty soul fill
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- Hanging up on a cross;
- Dripping from toes, my dross.
- Buried in waters of dust,
- Chipping away at crust.
- Breathing on me, a dove
- Sent from the moon above.
- Tending fin, wing, and claw.
- Eating good fruit I saw;
- Nibbling on blood and brain.
- Riding on wheel of pain.
- Farming thorns from the brink,
- Wanting for crumb and drink.
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- Complexity perplexes thee; simplicity, it vexes me.
- Eliciting complicitly abandonment so recklessly.
- Inadequate, inanimate, and sorely not compassionate.
- So poorly though, thought lordly though, soul-infecting contaminant.
- Sufficiently inhibiting the visiting of ministry.
- A symphony of imagery: your bigotry so vicious, see?
- Efficiently prohibiting the limits of soliciting.
- Not riveting, just dwindling and dulling of my glistening.
- Wisdom in each heartbeat pulsing through my veins
- Mending every sorrow, comforting each pain.
- Wisdom in each blood drop healed by Mother’s kiss,
- Or her tear, or stroking, or her embraced bliss
- Wisdom in each longing reaching from my chest,
- Passing through the vastness, to her ear to rest.
- Wisdom in each flushing—flustered, nervous, shy—
- Hand upon my shoulder tells me she is nigh.
- Temples made of glass are buried in the ground
- Churches made of clay where cornerstones are found
- Porcelain scriptures are holding up the arch
- Splintering tokens are moulding frail the heart
- Shattered spectacles, kaleidoscope of truth
- Rusty microscope shapes confidence of youth
- Mirror cracked and chipped reflecting state of mind
- Standing on the spire is where you might me find.
- This is Canada.
- Soil be ripping up
- Water is dripping yep
- Forests we flipping up
- This is Canada.
- First ones we devastate
- Brown ones incarcerate
- White ones we insulate
- This is Canada.
- Rainbows are shining through
- But ignore white, pink, blue
- Each one they’re lying to
- This is Canada.
- Sorry a thick facade
- Hiding the sickness caused
- Poor to do business on
- This is Canada.
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- With silver arms and midnight hands, she pulled in outstretched reach
- The lapping waves and hushed surf to bare the hidden beach.
- Deep from the sand, she formed a star and raised it to her breast
- And nursed it dear and tenderly, just as she had the rest.
- She helped it grow under her touch, with wisdom she did guide.
- Each stage of growth, each mature phase, filled her with love inside.
- The time had come—it always has—for her to say goodbye.
- Reluctantly, she held her babe, then perched it in the sky.
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- Leaves are turning brown, red and yellow, too,
- Falling from their perch, exiting from view,
- Touch upon the soil, lie without a sound,
- Through the rain and snow, turn into the ground.
- Flakes depart the clouds, icy arms extend,
- Float through quiet air, silently descend.
- Land on leaf and blade or the city street.
- Final moment now, melt in mild heat.
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- Full of dove sent from above and led by spirit holy
- There to stand on desert sand, a place so meek and lowly.
- Double score the hunger sore to clear the soul and body
- Heart on high and single eye rest in the presence godly.
- Break of dawn, the night is gone, return to peace deserted
- Through my prayer my divine heir into my heart inserted.
- Moonlight time, the summit climb, the thousands fed with fishes
- Clear my mind and leave behind all of my selfish wishes
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- Reference scriptures
- Matt 4:1-2, Matt 14:23, Mark 1:35, Luke 4:42, Luke 5:16, Luke 6:12
- Talk on setting goals
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- Rainbows on my shoulders as I’m cut down at my knees.
- Every door I enter I find locked with guarded keys.
- Each time my mouth opens, it is stung by swarming bees.
- Every bridge I’ve builded is engulfed by flaming breeze.
- Heartbeats shattered slowly in a patriarchal squeeze.
- Lungs are ever gasping as each breath the robots seize.
- Warmth inside me snuffed out by a suffocating freeze.
- I’m once again collapsing as again my spirit flees.
