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April 2022

Breastplate of Not-Saint Christopher

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Breastplate of Not-Saint Christopher

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God of love,

Hear us

God of glory,

Call us

God of peace,

Correct us

God of provision,

Guide us

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God of heaven,

Bear us

God of story,

Teach us

God of origins,

Remind us

God of chemistry,

Shield us

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God of mercy,

Heal us

God of joy,

Thrill us

God of anger,

Love us

God of light,

Care for us

God of darkness,

Guide us

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Equestrian statue of Joan of Arc by Paul Dubois, Saint-Augustin Square, Paris.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=16872826

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heat shield

(x = space)

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heat shield

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the bottom part of spaceships

burning through the atmosphere

like the bush

without consumption

(hopeful)

saving those inside

to land

and tell the story

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frost over winter’s

sleeping seeds

the surface or the ocean’s

skin of condensation

human skin that

tries to keep intact

all that’s coursing beneath

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shields

under which

we live

and move

and have our being

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and faith in these

like faith in God

forgotten in the moments

of the living

calculating rescue

modulating pleasure

coming home

when tired

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created

put-up

somehow provided

the ozone that we shake

the atoms that we split

inside lead-and-concrete structures

while we are cognizant

and hopeful

for what’s happening inside

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we need these

we forget them

sometimes late

we recall the need

for maintenance

small

seasonal

or cosmic

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sometimes

like a cloud

to touch

should one be

unprepared

one thing covers another

a parent’s arm or

a friend’s for a friend’s

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whether cloud

or branch

or wing

or human flesh

don’t doubt

there’s love in there

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photo by Frank Zhang on Unsplash

(caption presumably by Frank) This is the bottom of the space shuttle Endeavour, which currently sits at the California Science Center in Los Angeles. I noticed the patterning on the bottom of the shuttle, probably the heat shield.

(note by me—looks like its own via dolorosa)

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V

(x = space)

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V

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A gray day

For triumph

The sun avoids our eyes

We don’t look up,

Anyway

We’re not supposed to

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Who made such a world

On which we may not look at

The source of life?

But we can’t

And shouldn’t

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Look down

Look off

And on certain days of war,

The sun won’t look upon us

Either

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We’ll need Hur to hold us up

This time

On our own

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John Everett Millais‘ Victory O Lord! (1871) depicts Moses holding up his arms during the Battle of Rephidim, assisted by Hur (left) and Aaron.

Originally uploaded on en.wikipedia by Paul Barlow (Transferred by lux2545), Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=18811161

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Anjali Mudra

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Anjali Mudra

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What does love say

On this or any other

Plain day?

The sun is out for now

Dust is settled

Here and there

Some of the folds

In the blankets have been

Smoothed out

It is a lonely day,

And that’s all right

Not as a concession

But as a source

For small peace

That could be broken

Should the phone

Be lifted

And knowing that,

There is no desperation

A quiet day

An ordinary day

A day between the holidays

As most of our days are

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Nothing to own

Gifted

Are the seconds and

The minutes, the hours

And the dust

Our scant possessions

No matter how tall

Or deep

They can’t defeat

The mountains

Or the trenches of the deep

We can coexist

There is no point

In conquest

When nature rolls everything

At last

Into the waiting ground

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Fight it

Or have

A knowing peace

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Photo by Levi Meir Clancy on Unsplash

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An Officer Is Mourned

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An Officer Is Mourned

(William Lebo)

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It’s on TV

Today is a memorial

For a local cop

Who died when shot

Back of the house

Whose killer was then

Killed

The loop was made

The circle’s closed

There is black

There are flowers

There are photographs

There is the coffin

Good things are said

By the pastor

It is a few days before

Palm Sunday

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Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

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Create in Me

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Create in Me

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The Spirit of God

Might not

Be inside the tree

But the Spirit

Might dance with the tree

And many trees

From time to time

I don’t know

How things are invested

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The Spirit of God

Might be in the tree

When exigency

Requires

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God is a rock

As a metaphor

But not the real thing

Having made the real thing

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There is that

Burning bush

That burned and didn’t burn

God used

And rearranged

The matter of

The bush in that encounter

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So maybe with the atoms

Of existence

The Lord loves to live beside

God or God’s agents

Asking for

Rearrangements

From time to time

To suit a miracle

A message for

Sixth-day creations

Who can have God inside

Intertwining

Spirits

When desired

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Photo by Conscious Design on Unsplash

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Blue-Rolling Justice

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Blue-Rolling Justice

(Amos 5:24)

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More than a trope

Don’t make a meme

(a meme would be mean)

The Lord is real

And eminent

Faster than electrons

And so much more long-lasting

Than a fashion

Let your justice roll, O Lord,

In a world that doesn’t want

To know you

Or obey you

That keeps your name

As fodder for cursing

I know, it sounds Sunday School

Or Hebrew school

Or teaching in the mosque

Or learning circles elsewhere

But too bad

You don’t want to acknowledge

Someone larger, someone

Who could teach us

Perfect love

To keep us from assaulting,

Killing each other

Then takes your chances

With revelation

And apocalypse when

They cannot be denied

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Photo by Susan Wilkinson on Unsplash

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Crisscross

(x = space)

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Crisscross

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I creak around

The morning

Bending my knees

To write

As if I’m meeting

Someone who sits

On the other

Side of fire

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A wilderness of

Understanding,

A meeting with a muse or

God whose presence

Is apparent

Is ennobled

In the fire

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Photo by Timothy Meinberg on Unsplash

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Servicing

(x = space)

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Servicing

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God,

I often talk to you

In thought

Do you hear me?

I hope so,

Because I rarely

Think about it

Twice

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Do you need

The uttered word?

I’d think

You wouldn’t,

Though maybe

My part

Is to speak

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I think I let you in

A while ago,

You see

And while you’re

There

You might as well

Have the run

Of the place

Including the talking parts

That happen

On the inside

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Life in the Spirit,

I believe,

With an angel’s assist

I hope it works

This way

I’ll pray out loud

As well

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Photo by Emil Widlund on Unsplash

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