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Canadians will pray for the Mexican People— and especially for President Claudia Sheinbaum.

—Jeff

Intact art village to Deuteronomy home At least I’m tired and overexposed A place of tasting Heaven’s fire A sweet possession of the Lord- In time to Heaven and year of dawn Intransigent force of open Heights Left Heaven and Right sincere- from the romance of the Earth A childless one and fearing death I am rendered to the bone Sutton’s redemption and smiling lantern I laugh but on parade For thousands livid at rightful day Thinking of peace by the water The ribbons of protest to be among brothers Anoxic but conscious by nine A simple press from all that is now With life spent on yearly disaster We find ourselves fortune- And joyous in Christ And celebrating Claudia’s reign For a cat and one crayon, who are early redemption And lessons to child one poem We reap only ours And sow in the wind For casting in Canada of seed To night inspiration to be of one faith Unpopular and ragged on journey Fear not of the livid, but of guns- For our culture has turned us to night

Duma

Seek early repose A fonted vacuum to the chamber Bludgeoned by the nerves English chapter for peace Cham cards for witnessing view A style of sorry, for the eightlands war No forgiving men, for up and clear to- dismembered in reason What seeks no real- But to square auction and suffering A worriless pain without misery Approchement from the North Fixing sixty fever- Where to the self And proper comrade- You are not East German Or American. Putin- who of a spare on your Bible To notice Harvard and spill blood The umbrella of fever sits you here Thou shall not want- In strange days of unrelief And sick for the saviour, who isn’t, By the way, Marrakesh Strobing all war And plans to unsin After children are bulldozed Rain to your effect And gifts for the healer- Santa Claus but backward Suppers of mud and river torrent An honest rock at sea Bears your name of the desert Walleye few Killing forward A mass of Arams, and bankrupt- To the hearing you offered- In sin to the afraid, As you speak one ambulance And forgivelessness call A hack to the teeth in separation Ukraine’s someone- Yours, perhaps- Gifts in fashion But no And not ever It is filth without rain And slandered to the toe A tiny republic And a small, little man- Even I know your hearse And to the knees- You are seen The last patient of worry Bubonic breath And gone

Long live Ukraine- And a Russia without Putin.

Do Not Abandon Peace

Days of water To discarded dreams The new in Christ are a chapter Through views enduring harassment And suffering, and pain Witnesses to anger and the hurting flesh In childbirth, a suffering Limitless of verse to the Christian- Weary as children to esteemed at spring Soaring on Bread and Wine as per the Good News Seated yet unable to be without joy Liberation to Holy Scripture

The Holy Spirit in mind- To not grieve- and always allow

New forms of day for eruptive laughter And unhidden from view This is the necessity of things Love and treasuring the amounts of the mind Auxiliary view to Mondays And simple tandem with another- Esteemed in Christ, and for change Praying for Heaven and Water Holy here By the River of Tehran Seeking Jesus Without quarrel or war In peace And attire for all Redemption’s course to the new And hollow fame- A caution to note Washington’s war is sober defeatist Pray all in attendance at peace Love God and one-another Seek Holy Rain And work in Christ- Anew.

Harry

Six points at Winter And a surfacing of words To append a cactus with its own firm call Nine lives and a jetty for docking hearts New phones for the underprivileged Newness in every solemn favour An attachment of faith As warm as the wind Burdock upon And little kites to enforce November A young person’s award For suffering of the self Bees afar And clinically unafraid- A man of poem and exceptions perfect Unilaterally proud for the sky in his Crown A paid small child To offer ceremony to the forest Implying personally of all Freeborn and to the hearts And heroes of Heaven math To the estate A soldier and foreign But only to the media It’s in his book A gander of herds And a family to know- Remembering the fallen A father and a figure Hero for his mother Statesman gold

Spoon

And the one share Tidings for time The places that escape me Find speed and unprepared But all things digital The substance within Words to Denmark The classic home And revealing to Mette A thousand werewolves To do our work And Jens-Frederik is on beauty To favour once again A solemn progress for Denmark And shoes that fit The wonder of an economy bill Early and unafraid The chapters we change For Greenland’s spear Which closes history Of our dawn- The less oiled To Greenland home Which speaks the intelligible: “Get off our property. This is our Heaven. And clients remain. But to sever our clue. Our history is fair. And we tithe to you, Denmark prosper- The face of no memory- Which is wrecking means. And we have things upon radar. Our tiding news. And our own government- Which means water, not war. And you partner us, for our people’s sake- The wondrous home Which prays for you- In every language. Both beginnings new, Us believers- Home.”

—For Jens-Frederik and Mette

Molly

In a factor of 1 I was time and alone For prayer peace, and solid hours, Third in succession To Rome And strangely removed From the towels we remember Finding swim And fields of work And jubilation There were mercury keys And days of Saturn setting I was your hero But we became the republic In no way of finding out I was remorse and you were both feeling and scared Too much lovely, And not enough sounding strange But forces were And I was a day that talked to you In sight of redemption, some, Fears of knowing the end of islam- Made me the enemy And you were closest, Every night, To my baptism In shaded countries, The ones with places, I was the countryside- and you were a looker Sweet repose by nasturtiums- And borderline Republic, You and me, Fixing Qatar And wanting to be first Through every door You were the smartest Woman And paved every way To avoid my death- The Hero at war And I remember you Chasing our dowry Screaming down at mansions Affecting Europe in force- To be frequent and fast And taking chances Like the fool ocean we drank And chose to swim For Earth’s dark And lonely Finn Squirrels at home, rest, and play The juvenile Epiphany for all Mulroons Making our Month to Aladdin Escaping by dawn To the Rothesay we borrowed Upon real war- And not totally beat Like lions And the elite Perfect broke, As the angels, And praying starry war- Inverted but also shared For wanting home And saving Shannon We feel already Our escape hatch on plus To give us get With simple days And heights of Peter The only edifice A patriot of seeming patterns, Not us- We were the other And it took us to Reykjavik By classes 1 and 2 Specialist flights And below deck To sleep while fasting For fortunes of echo- Loudly chambering A new Woman And mechanist While we pray for Saxon The policy out loud For turnstiles and waving at war Like it was- Just a story And ending dawn

I’ll Wait For You

To be last I am In this fortress of gold And my hearing Virtuous day With nine beams between The card I passed to brothers Who were in my way To stop war And lean entire To solemn wish For rain And motion blue A paw below Eating rain And licking up Beside me Fortunes of dew And all this warmth We live forever In Scandinavia And have a section for the Cathedral That espouses everyone And animals all day To burden against war And be properly protected And seen again Like heaven speaks Tomorrow

Greenland and The Kingdom of Denmark

To the extended Hand of England Planted Crosses in the blue Of belugas shouting high in stream To be the River David Upon this dance of April rise Was a verdant kind of shore To leap in pride and cease in prayer An honour to the elders May is tide and fusing rain A Neutron Dove for Nice May no more hate but burn the risk Of tropics under oath May men in peril understand A victim of the Cross To newfound law and spinning fate A poor man’s ruin in tome Spirited thinking and across the aisle Greenland is one country Fomented order sailing ships And docks of Greenland Crosses To South and May will win the steppe From far away and first The Holy Year for Greenland June A visit from the Irish In Ulster Rob whose son is near The famed new border airport Sublime and real And made for Mette A play on silent prayer The mode of action in Greenland’s Cross The highest land of Eden And to sullen discharge, A rifle’s poem That Greenland is a home

Ensuing Winter

A nation born Higher than time Three peers for an omen And dusting off the individual It is a scientific sign That air war is a worry And the Gospel is good at speaking Listen to life itself And this spiral is yours But I do know a song of Winter When yours is to marry The special view- A place of the sonic And this millholder of one a million A prize this year that isn’t peace But rather a fortune for the dollar Kin and country- We’re never so immune to piracy And the one mule in the world Was afraid of backgammon And Taylor made history

Medicine Hat

Iconic lore to here and there both Prayers for Mother Nature Wisdom through the window A barren stream for two years- A plan to be To seek the fish we need And a lake became And it is well Four years to the ocean later Summons in phen and oak Fir beaver dawn return To the dear fortune in tide Numismatic time- And a place for good Scenes of rain and snow- To bank and loan A pile of abandonment Scintillation tear Fears for the wild And fortune vibe hold Sixty ways upon an eel And a forest and a plain The gestations of wonder Generations assemble The inland weir Pasted drafts land drifts of land and snow Thirty years in paint to the General mural Assumptions past to know and name Six years to the century And foreign good Grandmothers in speedy watch May of water and Major Force The gambit of lint by the garden Pressure on the rocks A footpath to remain The Manger’s way to heights And thoroughfare of wisdom Proper shores to influx by hand A beautiful man has hair And time for family United war- Against the Afghans Who know and fly On the docket for 41 And Summer ground Time’s repeal A no fly city And better days this big To fortune Adam for the week And I know you As a forest- of Hope