Shawn L. Bird

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invocation: peace November 9, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary invocations — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:14 pm
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We have been shattered into pieces

divisive patter has demeaned us

Let’s commit to redeem peace around us.

In this room

In this city,

Let our faith bloom in the gritty places

Among all creeds and races.

Let our Rotary service

shine to all who observe us.

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For free use within Rotary.  Please give acknowledge Shawn Bird of Shuswap Rotary as the author when you present the invocation.  Please also leave a message for her in the comments so others know where and when this invocation has been used.

 

invocation- strife November 1, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary invocations — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:33 am
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At this difficult season

When opinions impale reason

May we not divide

but warmly abide

within a strong fellowship

built on relationships

of respectful courtesy

as we serve our community.

May we rise as *votary

to the service of Rotary.

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*vocabulary- a ‘votary’ is a devoted adherent.

 

For free use within Rotary.  Please credit Shawn Bird of Shuswap Rotary, District 5060 with authorship when you present the invocation at your club, and please leave a comment below so Rotarians know when and where it’s been used.  Thank you.

 

Invocation- calm September 20, 2016

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary,Rotary invocations — Shawn L. Bird @ 10:20 am
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In times of fear and panic,

Let us be a force of calm.

Let those who are trembling,

find us safe to lean upon.

May we be the voice of reason.

May we comfort the oppressed.

May we show our compassion

to those who’re most distressed.

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Free for use in Rotary Clubs.  Please credit Shawn Bird of Shuswap Rotary (5060 BC Canada) when you use it, and leave a note in the comments below so folks know where it’s been used.  Thanks.

 

poem- service October 1, 2015

A Rotary Invocation poem:

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Service happens in laughter and friendship.

Service happens in quiet conviction.

Service happens with firm intention.

Service happens in growing kinship

to all humanity in attention.

to Service Above Self.

 

poem- philosophy of place March 3, 2015

A poem created as part of my grad school  Poetic Diversity Project:

Where I grew up

all the faces were variations of my own

Snow White, Cinderella,

assorted Prince Charmings

interchangeable

My experiences with other cultures were

Princess Tiger Lily, Little Black Sambo, 

Emperor’s Nightingale.

But somehow I knew the world was bigger

and I wanted to wrap my tongue

around other languages

entwine new vowels

between rhythmic syllables and 

see inside minds that

offered something

more.

Offered something 

more.

Offered something

not better

not worse

just different

Because different is worth noticing

because different means to the same end

speak to a journey with different views

a different beauty

a different way

of being human,

offers something

more.

 

poem- canada day children’s festival July 1, 2014

Filed under: Poetry — Shawn L. Bird @ 12:28 am
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Small voices

fill the sky with

red and white laughter

and waving maple leaves.

 

 

poem- perspective March 24, 2014

Filed under: Poetry,Rotary — Shawn L. Bird @ 8:22 pm
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Most ferns unfold their fronds

beneath the trees in shady glades.

Along the winding roads

in the Olympic peninsula

ferns view a new perspective,

rooting into the moss

that wraps and drapes the trees.

Instead of remaining on forest floor the fern explore

the sights and sounds high above ground

the wind blown coast

the ocean salt.

Some ferns take advantage of a willing host

to see more of the world.

Their lives may be shorter

and less spread out,

but their perspective is expansive

without a doubt.

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I was astounded to see what I’d call a Boston fern growing all along the roads, from the mossy trunks of all sorts of trees between Forks and Port Angeles* in Washington State.  Huge ones were beneath the trees on the shady side of the road, but on the west side of the road, where the moss was thickest on the trees, the same ferns were growing from out of the moss all the way up the trunks. I didn’t see huge established ferns, just single fronds unfurled on the trees, but dozens on each tree.  It kind of reminded me of being an exchange student, taking root in a new location, and seeing the world from a different view. 🙂  

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*This is the road that Edward Cullen takes at ridiculous speeds in his Volvo in the Twilight books. Personally, I don’t think even someone with supernatural powers should be driving faster than 60 miles/hr on that road! 😉

 

 
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