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We Hummed and We Hawed 

Briefly , 

Where to take our weekly , 

Day , 

Get 

Away 

Far from our  too quiet neighbourhood .

Airdrie ? 

Why not ? 

Downtown , 

We’ve not seen a lot of .

It’s compact and mundane 

Even with a pot shop 

And a 

Goodwill shop 

Both holding their own 

On main .

After a visit to one or the 

Other , 

I’ll let you decide , 

We headed west 

None too worse 

For wear .

From years ,  long past , 

Big Hill Springs 

Were not to far 

Down the highway 

From where our tires were 

Going .

Field trips , with school  kids , 

Crept into my memory .

It’s a far reach of 

What lies ahead 

I’m searching for , 

In my memory , 

As we drive across Texas gates 

Where cattle are roaming .

After a bit of awareness 

We start our 

Search for the 

Big Hill Springs .

Sign said easy 

Trail ahead .

We walked not far and saw 

Springs of water flow , 

And iPhone pics were capturing 

Their movement 

Surrounded in the 

Fall splendour  of 

Reds , oranges and greenish greys .

Colours were everywhere 

As we walked and walked , 

Somehow , 

I was expecting 

Waterfalls higher up the trail .

Springs was what the sign said .

They were lovely sights .

The climb up hill 

Off the beaten 

Path in search of 

Non 

Existence 

Waterfalls 

Gave meaning to 

Our existence 

Together 

As 

One .

Two aged sedentary beings 

Were awakened 

From a 

Long 

Slumber 

Today .

This was 

God 

Ordained 

Day 

Even if 

Minimalism 

Wasn ‘t 

To be 

Had .

Peter Armstrong 

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Sunday 

Always 

Brings me into

Holiness .

Holiness , is a time

When I’m  lost in 

God , 

Complete as I can be 

In my 

Mortal skin . 

Worship is the 

Love 

Bask in 

Knowing 

How much 

God 

Loves 

Me . 

God

The Father 

God the Son 

God the 

Holy Spirit 

Three in 

One 

Want to reconnect 

With . 

Sunday , 

Like 

Everyday , 

Is a 

God 

Day .

To me it’s 

Holy day .

Peter Armstrong 

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I Have to Close My Eyes 

And open up my ears 

To begin my 

Delve 

Dive 

Into

Place 

Of 

Holiness .

God 

Always 

Waits 

With an 

Expectant 

Love 

Cry 

For the 

Suffering 

In

 Anguish .

He calls the 

Name of 

His 

Children 

Each 

By 

Name .

Peter Armstrong 

From a 

Beautiful 

Sunday 

Service 

In 

Imagine Church 

In Calgary . 

God is 

Love 

Above 

All 

Else . 

Peter 
 

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This Was Your Public Day Bill 

The word got out it was to be at 2 PM ; 

Your memorial service 

Held for 

You , 

A servant of God , 

In a small 

Alberta hamlet . 

The three of us , 

In a CRV , 

Had never met you .

We knew very small bits 

About your life .

We came out for you 

Because of the 

Deep love we hold 

For your 

Daughter , 

And to 

Honour 

Your life with her . 

The three of us , 

Two sisters 

And a 

Loving husband to one of them , 

Drove into the hinterland of Alberta .

After opening words and 

Three hymns sung 

I began to sense this was no 

Ordinary man whom 

God called into His 

Servanthood .

I saw his books on the foyer table 

And the translated copies 

Prior to sitting in the pew .

Through his daughter ‘s eulogy , 

Our sister in Christ 

Passionately spoke 

 Of her father’s love for God 

Family and 

Church .

Bill was a leader for change in his Church and 

In his Denomination .

Under his leadership 

The church attendance grew to be

Two thousand .

He was the first to make , small groups 

A keystone to the vitality of his flock .

Bill even began preaching from a flat deck trailer , 

Thus began , 

drive in church services . 

He knew everyone by their first names 

And their family circumstances . 

His table was set for the homeless 

And the  outcasts . 

Most of all , 

He loved his family .

He  made sure his kids 

Knew he loved them 

All equally . 

Bill was highly 

Esteemed by his  greater 

Church body , 

In spite of his 

Adamant , 

Humble 

Need to be a 

Servant first 

For Jesus 

Above 

All else .

A servant , 

Who served God , 

Was remembered

Today in a 

Faith filled 

Service 

In an

Alberta 

Hamlet 

Church . 

It was verified 

As truth , 

Over 

Three thousand inmates 

Gave their lives 

To 

Christ 

After 

Reading 

His 

First book 

While in prison cells . 

We were truly blessed 

Today , 

We all 

Agreed ,  

On  our 

Drive  home , 

From a hamlet in 

Alberta . 

Peter Armstrong 

Bill , 

Any child 

Would have loved 

Having you for a 

Father . 
 

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Strands of Hair 

I pull through  my splayed  fingers , 

With my left 

Hand , as I 

Sit in 

Total 

Relaxation 

In my favorite

Comfort 

Space ;  

The long hair 

On the 

Left side of my head .

 I sometimes 

Wonder 

Am I 

Going into 

A state of 

Baldness 

On one half of my head ? 

I lift my fingers 

To the light 

To see if 

I have caught

Any of 

My 

DNA 

Strands 

Or , have I come up 

Empty .

The sound of my action 

In my head 

Gives a tell , 

Much like a 

Fish on a line .

Maybe ?

Maybe 

Not ?

What may seem 

Odd 

To 

Me 

May 

Not 

Seem 

Odd 

To 

You .

Long 

Haired 

Individuals 

Might 

Relate .

Individuality 

Is 

Something 

Can relate 

To . 

The discards from 

My hair brush 

Are 

Leaving my 

DNA 

For 

The 

Futurists 

To 

Find .

My 

Social 

Media 

Tell

May 

Be 

More 

Revealing .

Peter Armstrong 

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Hope . 

I don’t know how many 

Times 

We prayed for  this word , 

Or , 

Subconsciously , 

We both thought this word 

At the same time ? 

Hope ; 

Over our latest 

Family 

Predicament 

In our 

Many , 

Years of lifetimes , 

Wondering if , 

We 

Will we get through 

The latest 

Crisis , 

Still intact and 

Together .

God is in the , 

 ‘ ALL ‘ , 

Of 

Our 

Lives .

 Why ?

Because 

We know 

Him , 

He knows us , 

One to one . 

We are his children .

Hope 

Comes and 

Succours us 

Or 

Hope 

Does 

Not come 

When we want it to . 

We see 

Hope .

We don’t see 

Hope .

But when  we 

Believe , 

And 

Wait , 

It 

Comes 

Again .

God 

Is 

God . 

He is the 

Giver of 

Life .

Hope is 

Found in 

Life .

Peter Armstrong 

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Trapped 

And no way out .

It’s no one ‘ s fault except

Love ‘s fault 

That he is 

Trapped in a prison 

In his own 

Home .

My friend 

Is 

Such 

Prisoner .

His

Wife with multitude 

Diagnosed physical 

Bodily distresses 

Leaves no other 

Financial 

Option open 

Than to 

Assume the role of 

Primary

Care provider . 

Dire straights 

Are 

Engulfing 

Them both .

Denial and 

Practicality 

Are the 

Trapped 

Words 

Both 

Are 

Living 

Their 

Lives 

In . 

How many

Millions

More

Are

Trapped

In

Dire

Straights .

Reach

Out

Before

It’s

Too

Late .

Peter Armstrong