Our Turn

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Our Turn

What does God say

But something that

Could be without words,

Could be in a breath

Of moving air,

Could be something

In the quiet

Or in cacophony

Order speaks,

Chaos works its way,

There’s miracle in timing

Though the measure isn’t ours

Someone else is keeping time

For music we can’t hear

But moves us

Like vibration through the floor

When a band we know

Is playing

The universe is a song

Whose senses are involved,

All of them

Measured out

To everyone

With a constant invitation

To the dance

Whose steps we know

For having once been made

And being made again

Yes, and fallenness

Get up,

Step away

Into the dance

C L Couch

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I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.

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