so much better than the straw hypothesis
I never knew
the cross from palms
until
I was introduced
and was told that children
form these
the way
I guess when a child
I learned other
crafting
and I like this cross
as if it were made
from a wide
piece
of straw
and
to touch it
and people tuck it into
pictures and
by
windows
where it’s simple and engaging
a sign of faith
humble in
spirit
even as the first cross
of wood tall and worked
terrible
from
which
we’ve been given
and have made
so much meaning
for
our lives
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venerated day
worship the creator now
when all days began
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tell me
pretty pale blue
nothing new
and new
and wonderful each time
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for seasoning 2 poems for spicing
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there was the ambulance across the street
watch over my neighbor now
who has been taken
blinking
somewhere else
and
must be to greater care
and
I could wish we knew each other now
from before
rather than indifference
irritated
through the ceiling and the walls
commencementation
rejoice
O young
in thy youth
and maybe
I don’t cite but leave
the song
the verse about the law of liberty
to consider
singing
standing
before owning
from what imprisons all
that
could turn
begin
the change
toward freedom as I’m wondering
through sacrifice
and
service
the youth could know
our world
your
inheritance and judge us
yet
expend the greater energy
fixing
up the Earth our habitat
for walls of wood
or
stone and planning rooms whose metal
rusts
and better yet
I have to say
the morals that sustain
us
yes
those
and maybe you’ll stop reading if
you got this far
but love must
say
and recommend
the way for
you
the last of us by which to move
to have our being
and live
(referencing an anthem that cites James; the book of actions of the Apostles)
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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
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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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on reading a passage from Madeleine L’Engle’s journals
there is the moment
when
the medal has been shot
that had been
placed in the V of the trunk
of a tree
out in the country
at the place where they stayed
and how outraged
the narration
turned
toward that phantom crime
become a waking travesty
and
my wondering on reading
if too much were being
made
and in time to wonder
were it enough
because I’m thinking now if each
took to small destruction
in this way
then
there should be a movement
to take domestic and then global interest in
anything that should
remain
whole
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The Crosswicks Journals
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a democracy of clouds
cool
cloudy
promising a sleepy sun
palely then
coloring the day
and
it’s all right
sky-wide pastiche
all easy tones
to
take down aggression into
thoughtfulness
the invitation
request from
Talowa
or
Changing Woman
to take this day
to share it
earn it well and then
to have a portion
lent
to us as any power
any part of
what’s created
to us for a time
until
a reckoning with final dispositions
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our time
empty the house
of sugar
and of yeast
or
do that mentally
I guess
even to sit and ponder Lent
and
Lenten matters
emptied so filled up
with
promises remembered
priorities
regained
the lives
to consider
and how precious they might be
and
yes
through flaws and
difficulties but
to live regardless
until heaven gained
then
after
to live with faith in only what
is good
not relative
but good
refocused some
re-anchored
or
whatever inner action
might
be needed
simple
renewal
as each day renews
yet
by what is good ongoing
as
are the teaching and reminding
of the seasons
learning to love
what’s new
and
lovable
and what should lovingly remain
a Lenten time that can be
for this
homely light
in shadowland
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the green blade riseth
a hymn to merge the natures
divine and human
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