a poem from pre-dawn with a request of mine, below



look up
who can and may


dark
rectangles
white
nothing else to be seen there
the lights are dim inside
waiting
like Lent
like Advent
in fact
for dawn
and a kind of dawn
that lights and then illuminates
the mind
after some moments by the spirit
alone
first
to know tht something extraordinary has
happened with the normal
change
still impressive
every day

break
from night with day
as if
the dark were ominous
as if there had
been
say
three days’ worth

and soon
surprising all the first
time
though there had been cues
that some could note who heard
and
made good guesses
amazing
guesses

of guards and a great stone
and a new emptiness inside
the kind that says
the world is dry
and clean
and might be filled again for the first
time
with just amounts of white and black and
all colors
and no colors
in between

a dawn to come today
far
as we know
as any other
with more promise as that new day had brought
and
new days each some different
now


c l couch



next week, I will have a procedure done near my heart (then in a month another); I am skittish over matters such as thin blood and claustrophobia and, well, heart disease overall

any prayers or good thoughts you could send my way for a smooth operation and a smooth me would be truly appreciated; prayer (and good thoughts) have power, and a blanket of such over me would help, I know; the procedure is Thursday (Maundy Thursday) April 2; I won’t know the time ‘til the evening before

thank you so much

Christopher


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