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Today is a dreary, cold, and wet day. In contrast, we experienced warm, dry weather for most of the last week. It is spring in Alberta and the weather changes on a regular basis.

I tried my hand at writing a poem again and this was the result.

Today, spoke in dreary tones,

The cold a knife;

Snow and rain danced together,

The sun hid itself away.

The world soaked with dampness,

It spoke not inviting words;

There were no paths to walk,

Instead, it was a day of solitude.

My inner world lightened,

Where the sun found its way;

Words arose from that source,

They find their way to this page.

About ivonprefontaine

I completed a PhD at Gonzaga University in Spokane, WA. Previously, I taught for 20 years and taught for 15 years in a wonderful hybrid school. My dissertation topic and research were how certain teachers experience becoming who teachers. In teaching and leanring, I am a boundary-crosser who understands moving ahead is a leap of faith. Teaching is a calling and vocation to express who I am as a person. Currently, I am waiting and listening to what calls me next. I am an educator, phenomenologist, scholar, boundary-crosser, published poet, author, parent, grandparent, and spouse.

11 responses »

  1. Those days of solitude could be revealing… A good attempt to find ourselves! 😀
    Beautifully written! 🙂 have a great week ahead!

  2. Beautifully done Ivon.

  3. You write beautifully. Fabulous poem. 🙂

  4. The poem’s ending is a great surprise and brings the journey home 🙂

  5. Wanted to share with you and your family my spiritual thoughts for the day.
    Emmanuel —Marie Hunter Atwood 2010
    Oh holy night
    In shining glimmer gleam
    His birth the precious promise
    For which we hoped and dreamed.

    Oh holy night
    The angels joyously sing
    In chorus of our Savior
    Prophet, Priest and King

    Shepherds bow in worship
    In awe to see Him there
    Nestled in a manger
    Emmanuel, Son and Heir

    Holy, Holy, Holy
    My Lord!, My God! My King!
    Accept my adoration
    As of you alone I sing.

    All glory, praise and honor
    to you alone I cling
    As I humbly beg forgiveness
    For what I cannot bring

    For what I cannon bring
    For what I can not bring
    Holy, Holy, Holy!
    My Lord! My God! My King!

    Best wishes for today and tomorrow as you serve our Lord, Marie


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