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I soar in my dreams

To deeds of grandeur

Whither I go

I’m never quite sure

Tonight I decide

As my fancy takes hold

I’ll star in a game

If I may be so bold

Then, of a sudden

I know it’s a dream

It’s not I who will star

It’s the team.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Learning begins,

Not with books

On a shelf:

Learning begins

When you

Know yourself.

Always and ever,

Don’t question why:

Instinctively do as

You would be done by.

Knowledge thus gained

Is a gift Divine;

One that enriches

The Soul: that which,

In time,

Makes us whole.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I like to picnic

Down in the glen,

Though we don’t 

Do it often —

Just now and then.

A song-filled stream

Midst the verdant green

'Neath a canopy of

Daydreamy cloud

All lend magic to

This special day:

For God’s wondrous way.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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My exuberance

I can’t contain.

This, I would think,

Is quite plain.

You would be too

If you felt as I do;

If all that’s inside

Is bursting with pride

With a Love

That’s truly divine.

’Tis God’s Love

For all to share;

You see - it’s both

Yours and mine.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Taking tea with the Queen,

As readily seen

Is perfectly wonderful

And grand.

When asked for advice

On matters at hand

I reply with most

Gracious aplomb:

Love, just Love;

Always and ever so nice.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Deep inside there’s a “me”

A “me” ever true: the one

That I like you to see.

The “me” that I know

Is not about me first and all show,

But speaks only of Goodness and Love.

The “me” that I know is a gift 

From heaven above.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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At times, when alone,

My thoughts turn to me;

I question “Who am I?”

“What am I to be?”

I don’t have the answers,

But know where to turn:

To God who’s within me;

He for whom I yearn.

’Tis God who doth guide me,

In him do I trust.

I know deep within

I should, and I must.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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LOYAL and LOYALTY mean

The same in the end:

The meaning, for me, is

Being true to your friend.

Truthfulness frees us

To be who we are

’Tis God’s loving hand

In all that we do

’Tis ever God

Who sees us through.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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I do love to dance

I dance very well

In time, I dare say

I may even excel

I’ll travel the world

Garner untold fame

Many will know me

That is, know my name

But I’d rather be known

For the person that’s me

And for this I thank God

Thank God that I see.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Of my voice

I’m unusually proud,

It’s neither too low

Nor too loud.

When it comes to song 

I do sing along

Though my musical skills 

I find wanting.

There are others I know 

Whose melodious tones

Ring out with musical clarity:

For me, this is a rarity.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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Though I’m still

“Just a child,” as

I’ve oft heard said,

What gladdens my

Heart and fills me 

With bliss is this:

I’m always and ever 

God’s child. I know

God’s within me,

Lighting my way,

It’s ever so easy to tell;

He makes me so happy

And ever so thankful

As well.

— Garry D. Kilbourn

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My mind, I believe

To be one of a kind.

Whenever I close,

Then open my eyes

I’m quite often in

For a big surprise !

— Garry D. Kilbourn

A Little Book of Prose-Poetry ... #45

A Friend

What is a friend

If not but a shadow of yourself?

A shadow sensed and thus made real:

A spiritual likeness;

At once, a comfort and a joy.

— Garry D. Kilbourn