#thecreator
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by Michael Plante To those who decide to take the long road homemay they be celebrated as those before us;for the journey they’ve chosenis laborious and daunting.The road is unforgiving and the challenges many. For those that take the long road home;may they be blessed in the God’s light;forever knowing that their spirit was made…
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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 Creator;that every action was well thought out.My presence upon the blue stone was his requestalthough…
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by Michael Plante Reaching out into the vastnessthe Creator caught a shooting star“my aren’t you a feisty one,” he claimed;“full of energy and spunk.” The star vibrated in the Creator’s palma tingling sensation incurred. “I have an idea for you,” he spoke“I know a place where you can be of beneficial use.The most important job…
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by Michael Plante I asked the Creator for a strand of his hairI asked the crow for a featherI asked the tree of life for a branchI asked the ground for her gems.Songs of peace that I learned so long agopressed my lips at dusk’s request.My decrepit fingers are as old as my heartstill work…
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by Michael Plante I dragged that racist bastard up the mountain side;expelled a lot of energycalluses on my feetcalluses on my handsachy shouldersand a hunger in my belly. It fought all the way;skin ripped off its heelsknees scrapedhands bruisedachy shouldersand a hunger in its belly. By my death or the light of the Creatorits darkness…
