Lent 31

 

I’m sorry

 

Just then, did I seem weaker?

I shouldn’t have,

Though I struggle with confession, too

 

I don’t know how good this is

Balm for the wounded soul, I guess

Maybe a strengthened bond

In the community

 

Necessary, I don’t know

For all the secrets that die with

Persons who left unspoken

Matters of regret,

Even tragic

I might do that

You might

 

It isn’t peril for our souls

Since all is known by

One who judges perfectly

We won’t escape a reckoning

Though there’s a bias in our favor

 

It is cleansing act,

I think

Not until the next time

But for all time

Technically, it’s preparation

For worship, life in spirit in

A fuller way

 

Open for distraction

Into heaven

 

I think I sang in dreams last night

In daytime, it takes practice

Rites partake in that

A life open to soulful beauty in

The music, as is said, of the spheres

 

But it can go ugly, too

Rough, tear-scoured

Anger exorcised against the

Truth and amelioration

As apology works its way

Through tears falling

One side or the other

(meaning inside or outside)

 

Confess

Forgive

Let sunlight be cleaved unto the darkness

Patchwork living

At its best

This side of things

All sides of things

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Songpyeon, a variety of tteok, Korean rice cake

for Chuseok, celebration of the autumnal equinox