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October 2020

Sabbath-Worthy

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Sabbath-Worthy

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Today should be a restful day

There’s law in it

And lore

There must be allowances

For first-responding

Daily labors that utilities

And farms require,

And I hope they’re given sabbath

Time another time

Those who take care of us

So we might have time

To eat and think and play

In ways that still

Qualify as still, that is,

Sabbath-worthy

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And do I need to say this? (Maybe, if only for me.) Sabbath may happen on any day, as tradition or exigency requires.

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Really

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My wish for you

Is that you know some peace today

Even if you think

You don’t want it

Yes

I’m praying for something

You don’t want because you’d rather enjoy

Vengeance

The passion that comes

In blaming someone else

For all misfortunes

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My sibling friends

Enjoy some peace

Not that I give it though I’m asking

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You might think it’s stupid

Weak and empty

Like a promise that we

Conveniently forget

But if Blake is correct that

Energy is delight

Then

I’m going to add a step to the syllogism

And argue A equals B equals C

(equals A)

That peace is energy

Leading the better way

To the rest

Of meaningful

Always in motion

Life

With all existence

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Peace is energy is delight

Thank you

Mister Blake

Thank you

Power in prayer

Even when

Upstart offered

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In The Marriage of Heaven and Hell, William Blake writes “Energy is eternal delight.”

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Photo by Aswin on Unsplash

Tivoli Gardens, København, Denmark

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Counting Days

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Counting Days

(days that count in pandemic time)

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You know, folks

Have a good weekend

I know there are fires

I know that in my land

The President is sick

So somewhere there are those

Discussing the Twenty-Fifth

While I imagine

He will act as if he’s tougher than disease,

Though he is not

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But we need to live

And it’s Friday afternoon

I will stop counting days

When I no longer lose

My way

            If you told me it were

            Tuesday,

            I’d be inclined

            To believe it

This should be,

As I say,

The year of doing nothing

What we need for life

Yes, fighting the fires

And retraining other violence

From nature, then,

And tragically

Of our design

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Otherwise, it should be

Science and care

Support the end of the disease

And watch out for each other

In the mean time,

Such watching out meaning

We’re busy

Feeding, sheltering,

And yes occupying

Each other

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It’s Friday afternoon

(I’m pretty sure)

Have a good weekend

Pray for the President

Pray harder

For citizens who

Did not ask for this

Pray for you

Pray for me

Praying for our aching world

Pray for peace in nature

And our designs

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Photo by Keyvan Mansouri on Unsplash

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Bike

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Bike

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Today is Thursday

Is anyone paying attention?

I don’t mean that as a

Teacher might say

As Mister Frazier said in class

With his own separation

Of sound:

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You’re not paying attention a-TALL

He went

To our church, I think

His daughter was my age

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I do wish I had stayed there,

The old neighborhood

Not the first

But the one I really know

With all the

Inconsistencies

School in scattered buildings

Busing when we had to

Walking for the other grades

All inside years

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All the awkwardness in

Growing up, though for a time

There were always children

Up for games

At one house or another

Sometimes on

The street (there were cul-de-sacs)

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The old neighborhood was green

Except for asphalt

Into which I slid from time to time,

Which felt like gray

(memory is gray)

Except for red

Falling from my bike,

My big black bike with three whole

Gears, a hand-me-down from

My oldest brother

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I couldn’t ride it for a while

Thinking someone had to teach me

Then one day, I suppose, I’d had enough

Of waiting

I got up on a hillside

Rising from the driveway

Lifted the bike (it was tall),

Purchased myself upon it

Pushed away

Feet found the pedals

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I went in circles for a while

Then out on the street

All went pretty well

It was a good, gray day in early fall

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Photo by Alex Mnatsakanov on Unsplash

Chiswick, London, UK

Last days of fall, London.

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