Tag: Advent 3
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Advent Psalm (126)
Advent Psalm (126) Weary and sleepless, caught off guard by racing pulse, panic, vertigo; rare reprieve to breathe, palpable lostness. Heading for home, down old Highway 6 through tears, Aberfoyle, Puslinch, Clappison’s Corners, steering south on automatic pilot, college kid’s stick-shift Jetta. Over Skyway Bridge, past belching steelwork ugliness, along escarpment’s familiar lines; angled off-ramp…
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advent blues…
Most of us have crossed a number of borders in our lifetime. Like many of you, I’ve crossed the border between Canada and the U.S. quite a few times – I’ve crossed that border by land, over bridges, and in the air. In the past I’ve driven with my parents across the border between Holland…
encrusted words 