I don’t know what To say More importantly, I don’t know what To do What would you do? You would love through everything And give And serve You would breathe justice And you would also allow everyone a voice And give everyone a turn
You would let water roll And gather it in still, green places So that people might have a drink And maybe around which To build And then let the water move on So that it gathers safely And keeps moving to feed others
You would Protect the land, Give people what they, what we, need Though we would yet be on our own Because that is the truth and mystery of will
You would allow each one an hour on one’s own And make it fine When each of us returns To be welcomed back sometimes as if we had been gone for a long while
You would let us be parents And also children The child to be a child, certainly, And also let the grown-ups be from time to time Like children
You would remember we aren’t perfect There are flaws built in through sin that maybe wasn’t ours But in some paradox Or even some kind of unfairness We’re left to deal with One by one And in every generation, until everything’s renewed
‘Til then You’ll keep us from perfection Yet love us without flaw While we will pray and liturgize haphazardly Depending on our creeds and the splinters we’ve allowed ‘Til unity Make sense For love And practicality
And you come down Come up Come form the side At last To finish the justice that was started in creation To fix our flaws The way we broke the Earth The way we break each other Mended finally To last As last And how we were The first day that you made us When we had a garden to tend That for all we know Was planetwide At first And everything to name Because you meant for us to task Everything we are And love the work And labor of our lives
So today I will wonder And do things And wondering’s a thing And think on you And think on everyone And everything On Earth And in the stars that as a kind We have only started To approach And hopefully If flawed Though flawed for now And even though With your approval
As some of us Wrote and sang Shall we dance After our work And in our work
C L Couch
The popular song “Shall We Dance” is from the musical The King and I, though there is an earlier, eponymous movie (a vehicle for Rogers and Astaire).
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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