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Month

September 2022

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Proximate

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Shall we travel to the sun

Turn left,

Pass over Mercury

Wave toward our opposites

And move toward

Truly unknown

Unguessed worlds

Planets X

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In other systems,

We embrace Goldilocks

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We relish watery worlds

Turning around

Maybe blue suns

Maybe green

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With what resources

Might we land

And explore

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None for now

Except our senses at

Light years of distance

Through optimistic telescopes

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And bright machines

With energy in cells

Plus and finally

Inertia,

Which will get there first

Meaning to say hello

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Hello

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We keep our guns

And other interests

Home for now

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We hope you understand

While we offer

This agenda

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We hope you signal back

With whatever math

Might pass for your hello

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Gradual

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Then Shall You Take Me to the Fair

(x = space)

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Then Shall You Take Me to the Fair

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What shall we say

It’s Friday

Have a good weekend

Remember the virtues in today

We know the now we have

Is what we have

Though it’s not amiss

It’s human

We are made for this

To anticipate

To plan

And if we must

Succumbing to our impulse for impatience

Count the hours

Anticipating freedom

According to allowances

Sometime Friday afternoon

School’s out

The bell

The whistle

Everyone released

Who can be released

Enjoy Araby

If bittersweet

Enjoy the festival

The fair

Enjoy the hours

Whatever you shall have

In the days

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Photo by heni noviyanti on Unsplash

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White Lawns

(x = space)

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White Lawns

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“You’re Pastor Jennings?”

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Uyghur

Rohingya

Armenians

Boznians

And Pastor Jennings

We seem to hate them all

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But here we have our white lawns

That we pour white on

Through our sprinklers,

And we call police

When something not quite right white

Has come along

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“Watering while Black: Anatomy of a Pastor’s Alabama Arrest” by Jay Reeves of The Associate Press for 1 September 2022.

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Photo by Padma Hazarika on Unsplash

Water drops in the hand of an 8 years boy.

[original caption with the addition of an n by the English teacher]

Assam, India

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When Great Pain

(x = space)

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When Great Pain

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If God exists

And God does exist

And if God loves

And God does love

And if God has power

And God has the most

Then how

Then why

I don’t know,

Why are things so messed up

So screwed up

So damnably awful?

We could ask this and these

On calmer days as well

It’s fair

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All things of substance are good

Really

You move toward evil and the devil

Then you move toward nothingness

And nothing

These will increase, day by day,

Until that’s all

(so much worse than Porky Pig)

There is nothing

Not black

(black is good)

But a void

Out of which God has created

But not us

Nothing we have will last

Except as legacy

Then memory

Then

(let a couple of beats go by)

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We are on the side of flesh

Who value flesh

(I am ignorant about

mortification)

And what’s inside

Flesh is not bad

It is ours and was made for us

By the true owner

Of the universe

Who keeps with perfection

From the smallest moment that we know

And smaller

To the next

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And what of pain?

Why is there pain?

How can there be a God of pain?

Well, there is

Who is the God of love

Who promises alleviation

And for you

Family

And friends and neighbors, too

For a broken

And a splitting-further world

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Pain is a stake

(and stake)

It is on the table of the world

It is not ours

Though we can wield it

The way we can

Wield healing and solutions,

Too

These are realities and means

And we have so much to do with them

For now

We can move with

Pretty much anything we want

Inside

Outside

Toward ourselves

Toward our neighbors

Toward the world

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Persist

Sometimes is all there is

When pain is great

The next moment

And the next

One moment

Two moments

Enough accomplishment

Until everything’s incorporated

And we stand up

And move

Not move on as in forget

Move on as in everything’s a part

Of us now

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And I know

It’s hard

To say we’re not alone

When we are alone

Without the peace of it

But we’re not

A lesson for the speaker, too

We’re not

There is companionship

And company

For life

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Apostle Islands National Lakeshore, United States

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