The Creaking of the Conscience:

The Spirit Within

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When the conscience feels God's breeze...
 
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 THE GLASS CLOCK
 
Not too long ago the scent of a good cigar was one of the ways to proclaim one's success. Though times have changed, the risks a smoker takes have not. It is much easier to break a glass clock,  then it is to break this poisonous habit.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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                              STIGMATA
 
Each Christian must find moments that connect experience and spirit. This poem reflects upon a humbling moment that has had little exposure in literature. When nature calls, so might God. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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ERASING THE RAINBOW
 
When facing life's realities, we all draw our own conclusions. Sometimes we must watch these sweet conclusions fade and wash away, be they lost to love, death, or the rainbows in between.
 
 
 
 
 
 

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MERELY HUMAN
 
Man has accomplished many great things when not busy flaunting his madness. His elevated curiosity has lifted him into space, defeated diseases and produced an artificial heart. No matter where our journey takes us, I hope we can always remain merely human.
 
 

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CLOSE CALL
 
I grew up beneath the flight  path of one of Toronto's busiest runways, which   compelled me to look up frequently. My young imagination was always braced for the crash that fortunately never came. 
 
 
 
 
 

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DUSTMOTE BALLET
 
Throughout the ages poets have proclaimed that the eyes are the windows to the soul. In this poem I take a closer look at the living surface of these windows.