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Love In the Time of Plague

Global Awareness 

I give you the gift of poetry . . .

--Emily Isaacson

The Little Match Girl

In the dark, a little girl in a cotton shawl

struck a match to keep warm.

It illumined the stone structure

of the Peace Tower she leaned against,

the gargoyles against the night sky.

Gothic architecture

reaching almost to heaven

stretched its lacy fingers,

blotting the stars with its handkerchief—

its rhetorical icons

simmering prayers in the shadows.

There was a patchwork quilt

of nations, that had grown faded

with the rain and snow,

of the many colours of skin

that made up the face of a country,

of the many films from the National Film Board.

A match box was ten cents;

a passerby gave her a dime

as she stood in the gutter,

and she collected them in her apron.

             --Emily Isaacson


Whatever hardship you face, I give you the gift of poetry, to raise your arms once again in defense of an eternal dominion—your inner world ... Where Kings go to war. 

"For though we live in the world, we do not wage war as the world does. The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of this world. On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds." 2 Cor. 10:3,4

Encouragement and Comfort

One’s own soul was his charge, and his

standard reflected the honor of nations;

yet death comes to all, and all must

pass through its iron gates.

Here one would find that he had

triumphed or had failed in misery.

For triumph is the greatest of all gains.

Emily Isaacson, A Familiar Shore

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