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The Wolves of Redemption
by Michael Plante A black sheep walked over the hillsreleased by the Gods of fate.The black sheep understood it’s existenceand grazed upon the landscape.The shepherd that walks the hillsidefelt a sense of easementas he watched the black sheep from a… Continue reading
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The Table
by Michael Plante It is a fine table I sit attopped with integrity, honor, and love.Family and friends surround this tableall have contributed to the success of its beauty.We smile and laughtears that were held in the heart are releasedthe… Continue reading
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The Silent Stranger
by Michael Plante Late fall brings a freezing rainand an appreciation of what was.Our fortitude was thrusted upon us.We could give in, yet that is really not an option.So we bundled up and headed out into the November rain. Our… Continue reading
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The Dawn of Reckoning
by Michael Plante I sat next to the Creator upon a blue stonewatching him dot the night sky with stars.Humming a song and contemplating before each star was created.I started to get the feeling that nothing was random with the… Continue reading
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The Curtain of Obscurity
by Michael Plante I am a product of governmental ignorance.Designed and molded by an outdated church.So the stage is set.You are the audience; I am the antagonist.The curtain of obscurity rises, and the play begins.The price for this show was… Continue reading
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Where Angels Rest Their Wings
by Michael Plante I dream of a place where angels rest their wings.A place where stars fall from abovelanding upon the hands of grace.Each star wished upon and blown back to the heavenstwinkling in the night skyas dreamers rest in… Continue reading
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19 Years Sober
by Michael Plante Recovery is a journey.Ups and downsTrials and tribulations.Successes and failures.Darkness and light. It was my Ego that kept me out there so long.My refusal to admit I was wrong.The Creator deflates the Ego by offering death.It was… Continue reading
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Where Flowers Rest
by Michael Plante There’s a field where flowers come to rest:the sun shines as if only for them.Cascading winds sways the soulrhythmically as one they enactyet as a smile they are unique. I met a flower before her restshe shone… Continue reading
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The Howling Wake Returns
by Michael Plante The howling wake returned an answerto a riddle I asked many years ago.The feather did falter and was lost in the nightnever to return to the river’s edge. The incumbent star of spirits passedholds secure the lasting… Continue reading
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Lovers, Artists, and Craftsmen
by Michael Plante Sometimes love strikes like a lightening boltthe passion vibrates the soul.Two new lovers are born and set freetheir bond is the binder of timetheir love is a light for those in darkness. Sometimes love is createdby two… Continue reading
