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It Passes…

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…Sometimes creeping
Musty and slow,
Sometimes flying
Furious and fast,
Sometimes tumbling
Boisterous and wild… Continue reading

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The Trees

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We, the trees,
Reach for the sky
With upstretched arms,
Looking sunward…
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Of Mothers (and their dreams)

For all those who love and mother children and work to create a better world, though sometimes you work against all the odds, sometimes in circumstances many cannot even imagine – including in the midst of persecution, war and starvation. Thank you for your courage; may you win your battle.

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Mother and Child, Margaret Mair, Original sketch, digitally manipulated Mother and Child, Margaret Mair, Original sketch, digitally manipulated

There comes a time
When children learn
Their mothers dream
An aching dream,
A beautiful dream
Of a kind world
Where their children
Can grow and learn
And be,
One where peace
Is normal
Where people act
With forethought
And compassion.
And when they
Do not find it
They set about
To create this world,
So their own children
And children not their own
May grow together,
May find joy together,
May create together,
May look
Hopeful and fearless
Into the future.
Theirs is
A lifelong dream,
A lifelong struggle;
They pass the torch
One to another
To light a dark way,
Share their candles
In the darkness
Until together
Their light burns
Bright and hot
As the sun,
Give and borrow
The strength they find
To continue
The loving task.
Thank you
To the mothers,
Loved, loving,
Known, unknown,
Dedicated…

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I Fly

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I fly for the lost
And disappeared… Continue reading

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Slip Away…

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…What places,
What spaces,
What new
Will you find… Continue reading

Spring Hopes

Because maybe, just maybe, spring has come…

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Spring opening, M. Mair, original art Spring Opening, Margaret Mair, original art

Spring hopes eternally,
Buds yearning to open
Into the unreliable warmth
Of lengthening March days,
Earth drinking in rain
To green those brown grasses
Dressing her so coarsely,
Trees calling sap from their roots
To paint their bare branches
With new spring-green leaves,
Small leaves unfurling
Suddenly into the light
Through the softening soil.
Through cold and snow
And long, dark nights,
Through lashing rain
And scouring winds
And soaking thaw
They hold their dreams
Tight wrapped inside
Till the day comes
When birds rejoicing
In the warm touch
Of a rising sun
Sing them gloriously
Out of hiding.

Written by Margaret Mair
Picture, original art by Margaret Mair

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Pain

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…And we
Who rush to bandage
And sooth
Know our ultimate
Impotence… Continue reading

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Pause

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…Give us rest
From grief and sorrow
And peace
To fill the empty spaces… Continue reading

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With a full heart

…When the sun hides
Behind a grey turmoil
Of clouds,
We will
Protect each other
From the onslaught… Continue reading

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Is That You?

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Is that you?
Are you there?
Hiding from me,
Slipping just
Out of sight… Continue reading