#life
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Prologue to Pleasant Memories Behind the building where I grew up was a small wooded area with a creek. Beside that wooded area was a field with a small apple orchard and walkway to a cul-de-sac. On the east side of the creek was a path I knew well. I walked that path, ran it,…
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by Michael Plante So grey I cannot see anything…fog all around me; stings my eyes.Droplets form, then run down my cheeksfalling from my chin to the ground below.There is a chill in my heart.I ask my Creator, “Am I alive or dead”?There is no response. I hold a staff in my right handmade of black…
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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 joys of life are revealed unrestricted. It is a fine day I livefor I have…
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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…
