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Empirical

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Empirical

(about Judas)

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And what does it mean

Thirty pieces?

Not forty

Or twelve

A different sort of bargain

And a bargaining

For life

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If he was a zealot

Then perhaps

The money didn’t matter

He wanted him to act

To wreck the Romans

Maybe the Sanhedrin, too

And bring

The final age

Crashing into the world

Let Solomon return

And David

Deborah

And Gideon

A greater king than these

Embodiments

A greater prophet

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And let Messiah rule

Certainly

It’s him

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Or else

The money was just money

And nothing just

About it

A small fortune

For the cause

Or for himself

Catharsis

And investment

Because we’d had enough

Of this kind

Of leadership

Through love

And loving invitation

Harsh words

The cleansing of the temple

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Not nearly enough

For the emperor

Of a new age

And all of us

Consuls, advisors

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Take the money

Recompense

Look for a moment

To secure

What happens next

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According to our will

According to my will

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And was he put down?

What made him act this way?

Hurt?

Envy?

Unbelief?

Or maybe

He was the sharpest of them all

And knew the money was a catalyst

That at the moment

When we’re followers

And friends

He’d change everything

The guards of the Sanhedrin

The Roman soldiers

The region

The empire at last

And set a new one

That the prophets saw

But wouldn’t time

So we have to do it

Make the time

Make it when we say

Make it now

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Now everything will change

Now finally we’ll have

What we want

Power

And justice

The way we want

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Revolution

Recompense

We’ve only been fooling ourselves

Or waiting for a start

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Well, here it is

We’re calling it

I’m calling it

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C L Couch

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Processionals

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take away the confessional and informative emendations and there’s one poem here with endings like certain music selections

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Processionals

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I think

Often of David

Of a picture

I have seen

Or made up

It’s when the ark

Is brought into

Jerusalem

And it’s a triumph

A kind of victory

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And I think of David

Young

(and was he young)

Dancing

Before the ark

Not wearing much

But he’s king

And he arranged all this

And so

The instruments

Let play

And maybe favorites

Follow suit

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I see light colors

As if this were a desert scene

Done as a picture

With pastels

You know

I think I figure the hair

On David

From the statue by

Michelangelo

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Processions are important

He and they

Had to have one

Because the ark

Would have a home

Forever

Well

At least for generations

(I should

look this up

it might be before

Absalom)

But what do we know

Today is forever

And the

Ark is here

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And Jesus came

Into Jerusalem

And a procession

Was needed

And so it was

Arranged

In humility

And somehow awesome

Awful majesty

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C L Couch

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I worked on this scene before as a draft; I have in mind I didn’t finish it, and this time I did; but if the other work appeared and I forgot, then I apologize for the repetition—CLC

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and a bit more (for free)

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a coda

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David was a shepherd

He was a king

He was loved by God

As either

So are you

Loved by God

For either

Any

Way

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Photo by Alberico Bartoccini on Unsplash

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(and here’s the lesson should you need one

coda 2

that was D. S.

this is D. C.)

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Jesus came

Into Jerusalem

Like the ark

Meaning a triumph

Victory

For a home people

Battling

To keep a promise

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And like the ark

Is lost

Defeat

And sacrifice

Through lack of faith

(bad kings—you may

look it up)

And so sacrilege

And a new needed

Promise

Follows

(read the prophets)

For restoration

Of the people

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Turns out

It’s Israel

And all of us

Redeemed

Through this

Second coming

Triumph

Then sacrifice

This time as well

And

Cosmically speaking

Greater

All the world

And how far out

On the edge

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With destruction

Turned to joy

With all our flaws intact

Until a final resurrection

That will keep

Us and the world

Intact

And better

And forever

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Stone not only

Rolled away

But smashed

Here endeth

And look

And listen

Smell

And taste

And touch

This is the start

And we might think we do

But we don’t know

What’s next

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The Givers

(x = space)

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The Givers

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I need to speak better

With the Lord

And of the Lord

And of a maker’s love

Of nature

And more so

The people

Living in all mysteries

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People and mysteries

Of how to number them

In and if

Any propriety

How to count

And within the will acceptable

Of all of us

(three entities)

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For us

Receivers of all words

Too much is un-understood

The glass is dark

The ideal

Is on the other side

As are the mysteries

Resolved

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But there is the need

The compulsion

To move, anyway

While

We are here

Somehow to invest

In invisible interaction

That is real

In the sense we cannot count

Or measure

Yet bears salvation

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A book of hours

Indicates

Yet cannot reveal

As much as, say,

Look or hear into the gentle candle

While we pray

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Our rites are fine

Many are elegant

With an aim

Toward dignity

Mixed with an agenda of

Information

Clarity

Through what is revealed

Finally vague

And believed

(by me for one)

Vague evidence for faith

As manifested,

Which is to say

As is

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More elegant

(as well)

Is the spirit

In the sky at night

With its own stillness

And its risks

The careful and the wild

Embodied

And presented

In unmoving blue

Maybe with high clouds

That haunt

Or in the storm

That

Threatens

Or attempts to ravage

When released

Land and sea

And us between

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The hours we have

Altogether

Organized

Unkempt

The lives we have

With all the unsolved parts

Priests

Religious

(liturgy composers)

Poets

Room for unbelievers

All work

In both realms

Created

Sub-created

And must own

Not in harmony

But harmony

The music of the spheres

We say

With all the mysteries

Set down to solve

And leave or let

Untouched

Unsolved

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C L Couch

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