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I Know Love
by Michael Plante I have seen the tide of regret slowly recede at the light of dawnwhat remained was a washed-up human being.This is a place between dejection and optimismone part of me wants to let go of lifesuccumb to a conclusion that the world I know was correctthat I was a waste of life.…
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My Riel, My Riel
by Michael Plante “My people will sleep for one hundred years,but when they awake,it will be the artists who give them their spirit back.”Louis Riel The turtle scratched his way back homealong the littered terrainhis belly crimson red, his face dirtied by the mudhis tail tucked between his legs.“I shall live to see another day”…
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The Cyclops
by Michael Plante I plucked the eye of the cyclopsand swallowed it down with a cup of teastabbed the heart of darkness in the silence of the nightand brought home the demonsthat have far too long played with the mind. Never again shall I ask of morefor hunger drives the poet into madness.Divulge your saddening…
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The Church of Suffering and Conclusion
by Michael Plante My suffering redefined my perception;once the pain had stoppedthe heart that longed for love and acceptancewas caressed by the hands of compassion.My tormented mind and body sense easement;tears of relief overcame my strife.The healing had begun. So I take you into my storyof how my perception of love was destroyedand how my…
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Our Mission
by Michael Plante Our soul is love.It represents our life’s missioncompassion is a trait we’ve inherited from Godand when applied we rise to stand next to our God.We represent our God through our actionsregardless of color or tribeour love shall be boundlessand our action infinite. If we fall into ignorancewe will be remindedhow God’s compassion…
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