We stand on sacred land,
We falsely call it ours.
We’ve ripped the soul from Mother Earth,
We’ve weakened all her powers.
We grind her bones for steel and flame
We have stripped her skin away
We make it feel like a game
The waste is left to decay
We build more houses and roads
We swallow the land without a care
This land corrodes
Is anyone even aware?
Let’s hold the land above
Our greed, our haste, our fears?
The land really needs our love
We should listen for her tears
Why does it feel like no one hears?
Why not hold the land above ourselves?
whispering daisy
held up by dandelion
cold pelting rain
violet bends her head
reverent deference to these two
hidden, I watched — the full moon gathered only for her
as October softened, she bathed, beauty
Written: September 2nd, 2025, for Contest by Line Gauthier
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The moon rose from dusk with silver flame,
a hush that knew the sun by name.
The stars bent low to kiss her brow—
while night unspooled its sacred vow.
She ruled the dark with quiet might—
then vanished at the edge of light.
Dusk moves over for twilight, rhinestones in the sky make ominous shadows
Voices around the campfire get softer, some people are silenced. Laughter has
slowed. Reverence for the night permeates the evening air.
twilight reverence
softer campfire voices
rhinestone stars twinkle
dazzling rhinestones in the azure sky
ethereal feeling that heaven is watching
crescent moon brighter than usual
streaks of lingering cosmos in stardust form
constellations peeking through gorgeous clouds
wolf’s howl dares to break the reverent silence
My mind in deep trance,
as fingers dance amongst keys -
Soul's ballad takes seat.
God astounds me how generous he has been in my life,
I thank him for the many beautiful sunrises and sunsets.
A multiplex God who is beyond compare,
I appreciate the many conservation walks amongst an exquisite nature.
The materialistic blessings day and night,
That enhance our complex lives.
I am thankful for the good and kind neighbours,
That appear each day and evening.
My relatives that are sacred and beautiful,
The many kindnesses and love and care.
I pray that God is always with us,
That he keep us safe and healthy, day and night.
I thank him for the many talents that we are allowed to appreciate,
That we may become enhanced and accomplished.
Thankful for the excellent education through the years,
Blessed to have been a teacher, Jesus my favorite role model.
Blessed with God's majesty, a royal kingdom,
Modelling futures, reverent Deity.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
long after the mass,
the cavernous cathedral
still hums and echoes
with hymns coming down
it seems from nooks
and topmost rafters
of its roofs;
veiled, veined women
with long black rosaries
thumb through dark-brown,
worn-out books in their
wrinkled hands, sighing,
murmuring, sobbing,
praying still.
behind them two janitors
noisily move about
sweeping the aisles,
dusting the pews,
trying to say let's go,
got work to do,
can't say so.
Hindermost thru the bluemoon,
The shadeless empty bluemoon,
(The beloved- hollow bluemoon,)
Rememerbing, a gliding fowl,
The clouds of wings of darkness,
White darkness, the worries,
Tasteless darkness--weeping,
On the farside the kingdom doom,
Overland of unknown,
We hold you in our minds eye,
Utter to me the with your last breathe,
Tender words will be relished, yet lost.
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