Canadian Summer Psalm 23
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Canadian Summer Psalm 23

Loving God, to whomwe flock, from whomI wander, I have most everythingI want, my needsare more than simplymet, you’ve more than simply earnedmy trust. You invite my tired bonesto lie down in the grass,and enjoy… You take me to your favouritecamping spotby the laketo watch the water’s surfaceturn to glassat sunset. You restorespirit and soulwith…

Making Soup
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Making Soup

When I boil those leftover bonesto loosen the flesh and eke outevery bit of gelatinous goodness—the kitchen a damp, steamy womb of a place—I feel like I’m part of the marrow of motherhoodanswering the call of nature to nurture. When I chop the carrots, onionscelery and cabbage, add the meatscour the fridge for halves of…

A world of small things
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A world of small things

expanse of rockglacial and basic delicate berriesand hued bloomsgrasses – blue, fescue, and cotton. . . holes in ice(lost at sea)tiny hopes of oneringed by rime   quick time   breath shortbut darker holesin purest whitenow covered creep closer and feed the futureof nanuq generationsstill tiny, womb-boundwaiting to becomesomething greatin a world of small things. Written while…

Psalm 139 Revisited
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Psalm 139 Revisited

Search me not, for dust is what you’ll find.Divinely-made, but dust remains, from whatAn image once contained in flesh and blood. Search me some, for likeness fair – a faceTo nameless fear – still stays inside.A place to hide abides within, amid The Me, the small-fall character once full,Rife with life and love and piety.So…

Onion Dome
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Onion Dome

COVID compounds our losses. In this poem, Jennie narrates to us her own experience of the unthinkable: losing access to her church when she needed it most. We are grateful to Jennie for sharing this intimate, candid journey with the readers of CC. I.When you are raisedunder an onion dome of a roof,where icons watch…