poems
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Run Your Own Race
Are you running someone else’s race? Think about it. Why would anyone do that, you might ask? In my school years I ran a lot of races. Every year at the track meet I would win the sprints, and the long distances, but then one year I was met with a shock. Approaching the last…
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Lightful Steps
The trail has been steep, dark, and littered with wet roots and sharp rocks. The short days, the cold grey clouds, the dimness all collude in a feeling of weighted heaviness. There are never-ending struggles ahead. Maybe this trail is going nowhere. And out of the stillness a bird sings, the song rising and falling,…
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In Remembrance of Him
A Communion Devotional And he took bread, gave thanks and broke it, and gave it to them, saying, “This is my body given for you; do this in remembrance of me.” Luke 22:19 Jesus told us, His followers, to remember Him. He didn’t say, “Remember your sin”. He didn’t say, “Sit there and think about what…
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Comfort and Discernment
In my Notes app I keep a list of quotes and ideas to come back to and look at more closely. Among these is this short but succinct little blast: “Your comfort level is not discernment.” The Oxford dictionary defines discernment in both a general and a Christian context, which I thought was interesting. dis·cern·ment/dəˈsərnm(ə)nt/noun1.the…
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Vengeance is Mine
“Vengeance is mine, and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that are to come make haste”. Deuteronomy 32:35 (Song of Moses) Have you ever wanted to take matters into your own hands when injustice or terrible things are happening? Or maybe…
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Observations During a Teacher Strike
Preamble Here in Alberta, Canada, we are experiencing a strike by teachers. Students have been out of class now for a few weeks, and there isn’t a firm end in sight. As a former classroom teacher I should care about it more than I do, but I already feel so removed from the daily grind.…
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Morning Muse – Taylor’s New Album
It’s an eggnog-in-your-coffee sort of morning, a run-the-garbage-to-the-curb-in-your-pajamas, frosted fenceposts, ice-on-leaves, slow sunrise October dawn. As it’s Friday, I am in love with life again because I keep choosing freedom for this day, though it scarcely works like that; the idea is enough to keep the dream alive. For some strange reason I have been…
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Control is a Powerful Delusion
When life has felt out of our control, we remember. We devise ways to make sure it never happens again, that we never have to suffer the fear, or the humiliation, or the pain when life falls apart in some way. Whether it is not understanding what’s going on, being at the mercy of others,…
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Why I Write
The author expresses a love for September’s beauty while reflecting on the struggles of blogging and connection. They acknowledge that genuine, relatable content often resonates more than polished ideas. Despite the challenges, writing has become a natural outlet for self-expression, driven by a desire for connection and authenticity.
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Both Sides Now
But now they only block the sunThey rain and they snow on everyone I’ve looked at clouds from both sides nowFrom up and down and still somehowIt’s cloud illusions I recallI really don’t know clouds at all Imagine every person in a particular world has either a yellow sticker or a green sticker somewhere on…
Stories for Humans 