Flight 568

The following poem was composed on an early morning flight from Calgary. I cannot tell you how grateful I was to enjoy a moments peace high above the battle cries of political "war rooms" and the upcoming Christmas onslaught of mud that is sure to unsettled any Canadians yearly dose of eggnog. Poisoned by scandals and self-centered ambition across the board, plagued with rumours of provincial separations - it is truly tragic that a country rich with resources, potential and cultural diversity has been raped and pillaged by personal profit and agendas. As Canadians, where do we vote to restore unity and begin healing in our land? Which side of the ballot will forsake "rule", and in humility take up office to SERVE this great country of opportunity? And to the voters...what are we willing to sacrifice in light of the quest to restore this country to greatness (intact!) and mark our place in history? May we seek peace and unity this holiday season...

Looking down from lofty flight
Upon the patchwork laced with grey
Silent wings press ever onward
O'er the coming of the day.
Patch by patch, diverse in nature
'Cross the miles, blanket spread;
Simple stitching, interwoven,
Bind a country by a thread.
Lost within the fragment motion
Frozen in the yawning beams
One is blinded for a moment
To the tearing at the seams.
Ravaged land, of crimson purchase,
Stretching freedom coast to coast
E'er to lie, the sleeping beauty,
Midst ambitions selfish boast.
From the still, a breath of morning,
In the waking of the dawn
Dissolving brotherhood to foe...
Forgotten memory - she is one.
A whisper, softly, lend an ear -
Hear her song, to sons command:
Fist to fist, humble unfurling
For the healing of her land.