A Poem For Ivan On His First Proper Canadian Valentine

There was a man, a silent man

whose passion did not flare

Exposed to scars of evil

he gave his heart to care

An Irishman, no doubt stubborn

he thought not of his own

Instead he set aside his needs

in honour of those torn

This Irishman, my cousin

dear to my fragile parts

With his love and loyalty

I too can tend more hearts

Anonymous BCSTS Colleagues

The Days of Our Lives

the rush and pain

trickling up your spine

as it spirals in conquest and writhes superficially

you don't know what it is you feel it

you cannot see it

It knows you

It attacks you

but you move on...

you move on and on...

It keeps coming back stronger and more terrible you live It you bear It

but you move on...

you move on and on...

sometimes It becomes unbearable, you pray and pray others are there to comfort, comfort, sooth, comfort...

It comes back stronger the next, you have become weak,

And then,

GOD Almighty, Creator of Heaven and Earth loves you

loves you...loves you...loves YOU

It is temporarily gone

But you know It will come back,

you are thankful to the Father

others you love are thankful to the Father

they love you back, and take some of It away...

GOD reminds you finally,

life is for living and that is what you are doing

living

holding

grasping

GOD is happy, is joyful his child is living, loving living

you are hapilly living, loving, living...

It was there, barely seen, felt, heard

trying to get out

but GOD gives you rest for that one special day

do not worry, cherrish it

live it, love it, live it

for life moves on, and on

live

love...

Anonymous BCSTS Colleagues