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Community Of Spirit

Community Of Spirit

In the silent sanctuary of a misty morninga lone juniper stands beyond our windowon the shoreline of Four Mile Pond Spring wraps her fog around burgeoning new needlesand the ancient silent stones who accompany herA robin bounds from a branch unto the silky, moist...
A CANDLE FOR ME

A CANDLE FOR ME

“I don’t create poetry, I create myself. For me, my poems are a way to me”. Edith SodergranIn grade five I wrote my first poemcalled, “Winter”in a little, red schoolhouseon a little, small deskwith my little, small handThe teacher promised to publish it.I think...
My First Quarterly Meeting

My First Quarterly Meeting

I came into the ’12 Step Recovery World’ over 30 years ago, ab“soul” utely b-r-o-k-e-n, having fallen beside the hearts of those who had walked before me to eventually crawl myself back into a body of dignity, hope and strength. One year ago, I found ACA and it is...
I Met Grief In A Dewdrop

I Met Grief In A Dewdrop

I first wrote this poem on December 24th, 2004, as a response to childhood experiences when I remembered how I fled to the natural safety of the fields and flowers after I was cruelly beaten for minor disobediences. Initially I used the word ‘GOD’ as the key word in...
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