Graceful Shores

Graceful Shores

Inspired by a special light in my life, a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

With eyes of a dreamer,
standing still on the Barassie shore,
staring out to sea,
musing of her,
squinting at love –
Glowing tinges of a setting sun wrap around him,
Like nylon, and her giving embrace.

Enduring memories,
reflections of precious time spent,
smoldering, he smiles –
knowing she gives him reason.

Believing in her light,
she fills his marred heart.

Hands falling off,
longing to rest on,
to feel, her tenderly.

Brushing stray silken hairs away,
sore fingers illuminate her –
you’re gorgeous, his vox,
her hovering face.

O Sweet Reverie!

Walking in the sand,
each day, hand in hand –
blessed souls recharge.

Graceful shores perpetually await.

Beautiful People

Beautiful People

 

Inspired by two wonderful people who light the world on fire with their timeless love, reminding us that life is truly beautiful and with love in it, anything is possible – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Side by side striding as equals across the room,
knowing, they walk together.
As the sun shines upon the glory of the day,
bird song in the air, they smile together.
Playfully expressing images of wonder and delight,
forever young, they laugh together.
Their presence is a sparkling truth, bubbling
with lavish hopes and simple dreams.

 

Life stories streaming sadness and joy from sincere,
clear, tender eyes –
Rooted bodies standing close, solid pillars of support
against the wild winds of unrelenting change.
Minds at peace become one, banding together
by wandering gypsy hearts –
Theirs is a timeless vessel, aptly called the
Embodiment of Love.

 

Alive without fear, reverberating harmoniously, having faith –
Beautiful travelling souls teach love, healing one another
and the world.
Celebrating precious sunsets upon a hill, replenishing
souls with nurturing, soothing energy –
Bear witness to the majestic splendor flourishing
from their seeds of love.

Rain, Always

Inspired by a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Luscious drops descend on us like a thousand kisses –
Upwardly we gaze with curious intensity,
smiling and glancing at each other,
knowing.
With aqua pura from the heavens,
we cleanse our minds
and release our sins.
We are no longer cold, and tired, and old.

 

Landslides of tears, for days gone by, and for days to come,
Make us feel, deeply, from our still beating hearts –
a riotous passion,
an uncommon sadness,
and a boundless bliss.
And for today –
your angelic soul silently shines
from your glistening eyes.

 

Lifting our loving spirits, the velvet sound of
earthly mortality
lulls –
Clarity arrives with the ping of each wet timeless charm.
Quenching our rapture as we bathe in warmly soothing rain –
Ours
is the quintessential existence of prolific substance,
always.

The Day They Came

In my final year of high school, we learned about one of the most complex and controversial leaders in the early history of Canada, Louis Riel – an influential Métis leader who sought to preserve Métis rights and culture and led two rebellions against the government of Canada to protect the people – the Red River Rebellion of 1869 and the North-West Rebellion of 1885. He was captured, convicted and hung for high treason, and is also said to be the founder of the province of Manitoba, which now celebrates him each year with a public holiday held in February.

It was the first time I began to understand how disconnected human beings can be in their own humanity. Perhaps I was naïve in thinking that we should all be able to get along, no matter our origins, beliefs and daily routines – and embrace each other from a place of love, curiosity and giving rather than from hate, fear and taking.

One of the assignments we had to complete was to write something – e.g. letter, poem, news article, etc. – reflecting what it was like to be living during that time in Canadian society. I chose to write a poem from the point of view of a young indigenous woman, 18 years of age – the same age as I was then.

For reasons unknown, I never gave it a title. But 20 years after high school, I made a pilgrimage to Louis Riel’s grave at Saint-Bonafice Cathedral in Winnipeg, Manitoba to pay my respects. This history has had a profound and deeply rooted impact on me – shaping my core beliefs of inclusion of all and potential in everyone.

After reading my poem the other day to my sparkle and shine sister, Trina Maher – an Indigenous Inclusion Expert and Member of the Mattagami First Nation in Ontario – she graciously offered this title, “The Day They Came”.  She encouraged me to publish it, especially now, when Canadian society is coming to terms with, including sharing, listening and understanding, what happened in Indian Residential Schools through the Truth and Reconciliation Commission of Canada, a component of the Residential Schools Settlement Agreement.

This federal commission was established to ensure the voices of all residential school survivors are heard and, with their consent, recorded as historical record and needed to develop a reconciliation agenda. These testimonies resulted in a report with 92 recommendations for action which is now monitored by the new National Centre for Truth and Reconciliation at the University of Manitoba.

To learn more:  

http://www.trc.ca/websites/trcinstitution/index.php?p=10

http://nctr.ca/map.php

 

What in history has had such a profound and deeply rooted impact on you, shaping your beliefs?

 

The Day They Came 

A poem written by Nancy Fijan on February 6, 1987
~ with the title graciously offered by Trina Maher on March 13, 2018

 

They came in as gentle rains
Bringing knowledge, God and peace,
She glanced.

 

They grew food and shelters built
Changing her surrounding home,
She watched.

 

They taught from their spiritual books
Revealing an unknown god,
She glared.

 

They left by slaughtering her elders
Exposing their true purpose,
She cried.

Dream With Me

Inspired by a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

The soft blush of morning stretches slowly across the endless horizon,

While sitting and savouring each breath of sweet exotic air –

The caress of a gentle tropical breeze lightly brushes her face,

Like worn fingers finding comfort in touching exquisite silk stockings.

 

The soothing rhythm of rolling turquoise waves massage the shoreline,

Over and over again, back and forth – calming motion, endless trance –

The tingling sensation of toes curling in the velvety, wet, warm sand,

Kneading delicately serene and clandestine thoughts of starry revelry.

 

Gazing out forever into the vast union of blue ocean and wild yonder,

A pair of gulls dance, calling and chasing, round and round, up and down –

Being one in the wind, watching a timeless story unfold,

Peace and love in this moment, smiling from the soul – dream with me.

 

Eating Pancakes

Inspired by a transformative year of sharing and growing with a shining light in my life, a beautiful man – a poem by Nancy Fijan

 

Instant connection when the world is falling apart – you’re safe, no fear;

Exposing the deepest of meanings behind the saddest of songs,

Gentle soul, you, chivalrous heart –

Cheering on a zipped spirit stranded on a bus, a million miles from home –

Virtual streaming assistant at your side every inch of the way.

Creation of rock star moments over many sleepless joyous nights –

Tweaking and fine tuning – songs and sounds, always yours – pure in delight.

Tenderly listening to hours of life stories bravely told –

Unfathomable, undeserved selfish cruelty, barely survived.

Unwinding with beautiful smiles, accentuated laughs – rendering heated desires

Soothing numbing years of trampy troubles over spent.

Sharing our dirtiest of secrets and our wildest of dreams –

Greatness in trust and excitement in paving new world gold.

When the scariest of news suddenly lands two ways – we hold on forever,

Telling each other it’s going to be ok – a gentle lady and her strong knight.

Cherishing magical mornings together – eating pancakes, enjoying every bite.

Mutual Existence

This one is sentimental.

It was written just before I started university at a time when I was afraid to love, and never was shared until now.

– a poem for Blake by Nancy Fijan

 

Why was the yearning lust driven through our souls so suddenly?

Where did this prolonged desire once exist?

Were our hearts ignited through some mystical force?

Did this eruption of passion take place through fate?

 

There must be a blind understanding within our minds,

To show that the on rush of feelings was true love.

If we both devote ourselves to unravel this mystery,

We shall achieve something far greater than lust –

Mutual existence.