#firstnations
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by Michael Plante Feed me the love I need and I shall grow beyond all expectations.Show me a home worthy of respectand I shall build a kingdom of my own.Teach me how to obtain my dreamsso I can live in freedom. Our country is Canada. It is a land where opportunity and freedoms are available…
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by Michael Plante Freedom-release or escapedid the Creator open the door to your prisonor did he give you an area to escape into?Prison is within the mindfor a caged bird sings praises to the Creatorand receives contentment for its efforts. The bird closes its eyesand dreams of an open fieldthe vastness of nothing is where…
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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 Secrets buried beneath the soilthought forgotten by those that deceivebut all misdeeds cut the souland blackness seeps out like blood.The structure that houses their Godfalls silent in the nightthe sickness remainsthe floors rotten. At dusk they fall to their kneesand God’s eyes look downwhat gets them through the nightshall strangle them by…
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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…
