I should add a note, not that I like whining. But I’ve been suffering with extra headaches the last few days. I manage to write and post but not much more. I like to read and respond to your works and am sorry I’ve been really slowed in that. I don’t know if the pain is from the change in seasons, rise in heat, rise in allergens, or something else.
Anyway, I keep plodding. Hope you all are well (better).
Christopher
Interdependence Day
(4 July in pandemic time)
In the USA
It is a day
I wish we’d take it
Safely
But the things
That think (without thinking)
They’re in charge
Would rather
Have displays than safety
And noise
Whose irony inside
Will only waken the disease
We can celebrate
In other ways
The disease knows no politics
Neither should we
Today
C L Couch
Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash
Unbelief
(in Mark, chapter 9)
My favorite story from the
Christian New Testament
Isn’t easy
A father brings his son
(a parent brings a child)
To Jesus, saying
A demon throws his son into
The fire or the water
Anything destructive, for
The demon wants
To kill the child
To the father, Jesus says
That with faith, the boy
Will be cured,
The demon itself thrown out
To which the father says,
I believe
Help my unbelief
He had been told what to do
What was pat, even a guarantee
But the father’s honesty
Precluded the code
He bravely and with broken heart
Told Jesus what was real
The crowd pressed in
There was no more time for
Conversation, not even for proof
Of faith
But what we know is that
Jesus healed the child
If there was a test
The father passed,
Though there wasn’t
And he didn’t
Was Jesus surprised?
Was the father?
What is authentic was not
Surprised
Faith will out
And doubt
They both had their turns
And they
And theys did well
They made healing
They made good
C L Couch
Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash
Humilitas
And does he have the shoulders
For the world, and shall
We place a wheel and turtle
Under him as well
Maybe add a hazelnut
The world on an axis,
On a pin
Where angels dance
And wait for orders
To Megiddo and apocalypse
And is everything so fragile
A speck of virus brings us down
Remembering that vanity
Leads us to the feet of Ozymandias
One day
Maybe today
And should Atlas need some help
Before his feet have slipped
And all the foundation
Maybe what we have in orbit
Could help
If not, we might also
Ask what we are doing there
I’ve left off
The marks, signs
Of use and abuse,
Because they stand
As statement, too
There is a quality should save us,
If we understand
Its works
It doesn’t mean stop everything
Or ball up into fetal uselessness
In fact, it calls for greater
Energy and effort
That simply will not pay
The same
But will save the fragile, spinning Earth
Of us
And all we’ve done to
Knock it off its pinions
And platforms
And should it have a course
To meet faces of other worlds
And the face of God,
Should all or any have us
C L Couch
Photo by GMB Monkey on Unsplash
Chin-Up on Rings
Step Sessions
We have a journey to go on
Called today
I don’t know how many steps we’ll take
Maybe we’ll travel like Thoreau
Considering the cosmos in a walk to town
Maybe one place will be literal
The other living
Where stars are born
The nebula inside
Cradles of thought
To set us on our way
Until the dark of night brings out the offspring
Literal nebulae
A star for each thought born out there
A universe of mind, as it may
Marking a journey
Like our own,
Roaming energy
Through two sets of cells
Two trips going inexorably
No competition needed, no going to war
We can have quiet or make noise
Any media for growth
Though I will say
Maybe going gently’s not so bad
In a night of stars
As thoughts and ours
How many steps a journey?
Some might want
To know,
Which is okay
Let the universe and us
Decide
C L Couch
“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas
Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash
Heart Nebula
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