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There Was No ‘Other’ Anymore by: Debbie Ackley

Posted by on May 15, 2012

There Was No ‘Other’ Anymore by: Debbie Ackley

On November 17, I read from Born from Silence at two penitentiaries in Gravenhurst, Ontario: Beaver Creek and Fenbrook Institutions during Restorative Justice Week. This year the theme was “Fostering a Restorative World View”. In three of the four readings with inmates and staff (held separately), the reading was done in a circle. I am so grateful to chaplains Harry Nigh, Eusebia da Silva and the chaplains of both institutions: Arn Main; Miles Schell and Abraham Yonas for inviting me to do this.  It was one more layer of healing for me as the men and the staff listened to my story with...

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“Unleashed” By: Rev. Harry Nigh

Posted by on May 8, 2012

We gathered on a coffee house patio next to the soaring, abstract sculpture of a wind-filled sail beside Hamilton’s harbour. The sculpture is called “Unleashed”. It was here next to this sculpture that we scattered Charlie Taylor’s ashes on the waters of Hamilton Bay after his death 3 years ago. On this day we gathered to mark the 15th anniversary of Charlie’s release from prison and to reflect on the all that has happened in its aftermath.  In June, 1994, Charlie had just finished his seven-year sentence for sexual crimes against children. It was his fourth adult sentence for...

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Remembering Chris-By: Eusebia da Silva

Posted by on May 8, 2012

May 8th 8:36am: Well, I’m sitting in the train station waiting for the ride to Brampton that leaves at 9:15am from here in Kitchener. Thank-you God.   (I feel lighter). Well it’s 9:27am and I’m on the Via Rail, on my way to Brampton. I’ve always loved the sound of a train in the distance. You know, the whistle. It’s really cool to hear the whistle on the train I’m on. Present, no longer off in the distance.  I used to wonder where the train was going. Now, I’m on the train that is whistling, no longer in the distance, and I know where I am going. This prose poem was...

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Imagine: By: Donald Tremblay

Posted by on May 4, 2012

Imagine: By: Donald Tremblay

Imagine the world and all its complexities Imagine the galaxies and all its intricacies Imagine the universe and all its design Imagine the intellect which is God’s mind                                               By: Donald...

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Yesterday’s dead tomorrow’s unborn By: Lindsay D.

Posted by on Apr 15, 2012

Yesterday’s dead tomorrow’s unborn So there’s nothing to fear And nothing to mourn For all that has passed And all that has been Can never return To be lived once again And what lies ahead Or the things that will be Are still in God’s hands So they’re not up to me To live in the future That is the unknown For the past and the present We claim as our own So all I need to do Is live for today And trust I’ll be shown The truth and the way For it’s only the memory Of the things that have been And expecting tomorrow To bring trouble again That fills my today...

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New Heart Song By: Michele C.

Posted by on Mar 30, 2012

My heart song sings a melody that beckons from within A thumping base that comforts me and draws me nigh from sin. An instrument of Perfect Peace The Truth, the Life, the Way. A breath that birthed me in the womb My song cannot betray. Be still my heart and hear the tune, My heart song softly plays Feel its rhythms, sense its sounds And ne’er be led...

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