Category Archives: Poetry

Intertwined

Being with you is being with my essence © Meisaan Chan

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Resuscitation

With the writing of my soul, a release: the earth sighs the winds swirl again © Meisaan Chan

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Homecoming

How glorious it is to know the names of the trees and streets and birds singing, where the feet can find the way home without asking and do © Meisaan Chan

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The dance

I wait upon the Lord to act and then the Lord does and waits for me to act and then I do and wait upon the Lord to act © Meisaan Chan

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A grounding prayer

Increase my remembrance of your steadfast love © Meisaan Chan

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An argument for tenacity

Injustice rarely disappears at the first pass; if it did, there’d hardly be any injustice © Meisaan Chan

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please catch me

In my sliver of a moment a breath, a turning, a remembrance: You please catch me You © Meisaan Chan

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God cannot resist the soul’s cry

It echoes across the universe and permeates the matter of God’s soul; like a mother, God opens and takes in like a father, God howls and defends © Meisaan Chan

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A tip for the journey

It is tempting to rely on your hiking poles upon the arduous ascent but remember that your legs and glutes are stronger: that the most obvious is not always the most efficient © Meisaan Chan

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The end of religion

Blessed is the one who can hold religion lightly in the hands: its depths are but the gateway into mystery, and at its end the mystery continues and continues infinitely © Meisaan Chan

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