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More About Dark-fish - A separate page dedicated to info and history of the "Gathering"

From the Editor - A message from the Editor of our Newsletter

Reflections - Wil Smith offers us his sharing

Poetry Page - A collection of favorites and your contributions

Stories Page - Stories that offer insight about ourselves

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Calendar - A links to a calendar of current ongoing worthwhile events

Favorite Links - A collection of other resources related to Men's Work

Further Resources - Our collection of other groups and organizations doing Men's Work

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"Dark" ... as in depth of soul, that which is hidden or to be explored and discovered, that which lives in the shadows and is unknown or unknowable.

"fish" ... one of the most ancient creatures of the earth in story and spiritual symbol.

"Men's" ... the masculine gender of the species.

"Council" ... those who come together to be in community with others, experience a sense of belonging and explore self in relationship to each other, the world, and a meaningful purpose in our lives.

i am a little church (no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying) children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring, i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

~ e.e.cummings ~

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