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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 stride is measured by our convictionsa belief that better days will follow.There is no sense…
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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by Michael Plante I am a product of governmental ignorance.Designed and molded by an outdated church.So the stage is set.You are the audience; I am the antagonist.The curtain of obscurity rises, and the play begins.The price for this show was your vote,instilled by the same government that wrote the play. My appearance is distastefulmy performance…
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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 silent slumber. I dream of a time where colors exist in harmony.Fields of crayons await…
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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 something I didn’t want to test. Surrender is only defeat of an idea that I…
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