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They chose a tree that had already listened, rings full of weather, patience, and time, a trunk that knew how rivers remember and how fire, when honored, can be kind. In Ashfield the park will hold its breath, May smoke lifting slow and thin, not the smoke of loss or taking, but the careful burn that brings shape back in. A mishoon is not carved by force or hurry, it's coaxed by flame and knowing hands, fire teaching wood how to open itself to water, to journey, to land. Before maps, before towns learned borders, before grants and calendars and dates, canoes like this traced quiet futures through coves, through bends, through the grammar of lakes. Now the town makes room for the old instruction, steps aside and lets it speak, honors the first stewards of these waters whose care ran deeper than words could reach. I think of all the songs for the land I've written, not to claim it, not to own, but to stand with fields and rivers and say this place is not alone. This one won't be sung from a stage or porch, no chorus to carry the tune, but it rhymes the way fire and water do, each shaping the other, each knowing when to yield room. When the boat parade drifts into September, and the mishoon meets the light, it will carry more than wood and flame, it will carry a memory done right. A reminder that land remembers who listens, that revival doesn't shout or boast, it arrives as fire guided gently, as a canoe returning to the coast.
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 12:02 PM UTC
Mishoon by Fire
I send my roots into the earth, accepting the sacred duty. The gentle, yielding, firm, and fertile ground of the mother. I will water her. I will protect her. I accept responsibility for this ground. I yield to this process. Enveloped by life. By time. I yield to the watching. I accept what it brings. I choose to love what comes before me, so that what blooms when I wither away, may always be love.
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May 15, 2023
May 15, 2023 at 3:05 PM UTC
The Steward
Think twice before you take Take only what you need Use everything you take Take full charge of your greed
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Feb 17, 2022
Feb 17, 2022 at 7:06 AM UTC
Take
We act as stewards only Of the things we think we “own” So let’s not get so prideful And think we “made it” all alone Our skills and talents also Come unbidden as a gift So let’s not be self-serving But reach out to help and lift Enjoy and use the good things All the blessings of this earth We are just the stewards Of what we’ve gained since birth An attitude that sets us free And flow with more prosperity Stewardship helps us to see The riches of all eternity
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Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
Stewardship (Prosperity Poem 92)
To make a new beginning. To go through, but suddenly go back. With the ability to rethink prior actions Correcting self. To be better at. Redirecting thoughts. Applying evaluation to the experiences. Creating balance to produce better outcomes. Preparing the mind then training the flesh to follow. Often hard to do, because sometimes! what or who that has been obtained must be let go of. Hope for the better, Even with mixed emotions Step after step Starting over could be the best bet Not only is there a New beginning Also comes Beautiful Endings
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May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:37 PM UTC
Start over
It is the supply Receipt of the followings Ecological security, Social and emotional security, and Economic security! These supply are conditional With the followings Passion for naturalism and nature stewardship, Care for humanism, Ready to co-exist with diversity, And minimalism! Total Cost for supply is World with stable equilibrium linking to steady state With additional taxes for negative externalities And subsidy for positive externalities!
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:08 AM UTC
Receipt voucher
I think foolish best describes an intellectual's ways I know it sounds ironic, but I'll enlighten you on what the world says Or rather what the world thinks   See, I grew up thinking that reading was learning   And learning was knowledge And that knowledge was born from logic And finally that logic was wisdom   Is it just me or did we all grow up in a society that was blinkered to view wisdom as education With our minds blinded to see intellect as knowledge Thinking knowledge is power, power is money and money is...well...everything Well, money does answer all, but it is not everything   You see, mankind's intelligence never satisfies The more learned we become the more the world slips away The more knowledge we possess The more the world becomes complex   We believe ourselves to be the I AM With the power to know everything We seek wisdom in philosophy But it only makes us realize we are fools That the wise don’t exist on earth Unless we seek wisdom in the great I AM And forget that earthly knowledge is power   Well, knowledge is power, but WISDOM Wisdom is ETERNITY It is the eternal life that we're all working towards The life that that thief on the cross had to look forward to Only because he was wise enough to recognize his salvation and his Saviour   So, dear stewards, the best that you can give your children is not a Harvard or Oxford kind of education The most valuable gift is not the concept of making money   The best that you can give to those in your care is wisdom This wisdom is the knowledge of a man Who abandoned His own kingdom To die for foolish simple men   A man who stood before so called high judges Yet He was the Most High A man who humbled the proud And used the foolish things to shame them For His word says that even His foolishness Is greater than our wisdom For His thoughts are not our thoughts Neither are his ways our ways   So, all I'm saying is The most valuable legacy that you can leave Is the knowledge of the One with all the wisdom, The wisdom to choose God For we only find wisdom when we realize, we are nothing but fools before Him   Miss Fit
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Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
FINDING WISDOM IN FOOLISHNESS
I think foolish best describes an intellectual's ways I know it sounds ironic, but I'll enlighten you on what the world says Or rather what the world thinks   See, I grew up thinking that reading was learning   And learning was knowledge And that knowledge was born from logic And finally that logic was wisdom   Is it just me or did we all grow up in a society that was blinkered to view wisdom as education With our minds blinded to see intellect as knowledge Thinking knowledge is power, power is money and money is...well...everything Well, money does answer all, but it is not everything   You see, mankind's intelligence never satisfies The more learned we become the more the world slips away The more knowledge we possess The more the world becomes complex   We believe ourselves to be the I AM With the power to know everything We seek wisdom in philosophy But it only makes us realize we are fools That the wise don’t exist on earth Unless we seek wisdom in the great I AM And forget that earthly knowledge is power   Well, knowledge is power, but WISDOM Wisdom is ETERNITY It is the eternal life that we're all working towards The life that that thief on the cross had to look forward to Only because he was wise enough to recognize his salvation and his Saviour   So, dear stewards, the best that you can give your children is not a Harvard or Oxford kind of education The most valuable gift is not the concept of making money   The best that you can give to those in your care is wisdom This wisdom is the knowledge of a man Who abandoned His own kingdom To die for foolish simple men   A man who stood before so called high judges Yet He was the Most High A man who humbled the proud And used the foolish things to shame them For His word says that even His foolishness Is greater than our wisdom For His thoughts are not our thoughts Neither are his ways our ways   So, all I'm saying is The most valuable legacy that you can leave Is the knowledge of the One with all the wisdom, The wisdom to choose God For we only find wisdom when we realize, we are nothing but fools before Him   Miss Fit
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let’s go back a hundred-thousand years to these ragged edges torn rains raw greens biting seas to the first sunrise, now understood. tears of calm joy – a return. we find ourselves in this, a kinship; our brother is our keeper, and we its’ guardian, walk the edges and the smooths; our planet, Earth’s children
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
Bette