They have no more wishes
Do they remember, that girl /
treading water in her cabin /
or the mother who held on /
for a long, last hour, praying /
until the tree itself gave way?
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Higher ground
We live in a swamp. It’s not a swamp anymore, but it used to be an ancient shallow swamp or lakebed. The settlers of 1921 chose the only open, treeless ground for a homesite. But building wasn’t easy, especially when it came time for drainage. The original house sat on timbers. Later it was raised…
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When you wonder if your prayers make a difference
For the past few months, fires have ravaged my home province of Alberta. For weeks, all we could smell was smoke. For weeks, we wondered if we would be the next ones to evacuate our homes. And now, the rain is finally falling. Heavy, heavy rain, days of rain, washing away the fire, the smoke,…
