Maple Boughs
The maple boughs hang low, Their leaves all wet, Weighed down with summer rain. The parched earth is damp again, And deep-rooted roots will get Enough to see them through the coming snow. These same boughs now are bare Each branch bereft. The earth lies buried under snow, While roots are working far below To bring forth buds That autumn’s crimson leaves again may glare.
Pāpā Rāwiri David Tolich rānei Tararā Dalmatian
Posted at 02:19h, 09 OctoberRevoke, rescind, abolish the Doctrine of Discovery in the Canadian Catholic Church. Make the Doctrine no longer apply in Canada. Ask the children in the unmarked graves, what must we do next? They will tell you.
Isaiah 43:19 See I do a new thing, even now it emerges. Can you not see it?
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Nā David Tolich
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Peter Bisson
Posted at 08:00h, 09 OctoberThank you Eric!