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The Mix of Faith for Heaven

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The Mix of Faith for Heaven

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It is a mystery

And paradox

Thoughts

And feelings

Words for the hearts

Of millions

By each heart

Pierced

As a rule

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Gospel for everyone

For one

For no one

‘Til engaging

We read

We hear

Interpret

(we’re allowed)

Good news about God

Having been

Set down

By people

In relationship

With God’s spirit

Making a kind

Of ersatz scribe

According to

The world’s

Expectations

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Die to live

Love and take the hit

Joy in

Hard labor

Even for one’s enemies

The world wins

But does not really

Heaven after the end

And peace

Now

And forever

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Though

In this life

Our flaws remain

And trip us up

And bring us down

And we

Are blamed

We blame ourselves

Though

Grace and mercy

Should attend,

Which is the holy law

But

Civilities

Must have their way

They often damn us

Excoriate

Our chances for changes

From

The first

After transgressions

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Sigh,

Too many contradictions

Living near each other

In fact

Embracing

Over, under

Anywhere the breastplate says

For reassurance

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A life of faith

Is hard

Easy

Soft

Rigid

Impossible

Demanded

Eternal

Fleshly

In each moment

Cells sloughed off

Like sin

Perhaps revealing

Virtue

In redemption

Should anyone on Earth

Have care

To notice

This

And those

While on Earth

Then disappear

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Easter’s Earth

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Easter’s Earth

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Named for not a Christian

Deity

And time

Much of the day

Is gone by now

(3:25)

This writing before tea

Perhaps

While the day began with vigils

Counting down to midnight

(the first moment)

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Around the world

Was meat and bread

And wine

Prepared

With paintings and statues

As if prepared for ages

To remember

To celebrate

To be moved in other ways

Creation solemnized

While we keep these

From war

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And there so many wondrous ways

To have God

To know God

And to respect God

And each other

Every day

In our day when

We know something of annihilation

This might be

The best lesson

Yet

(now)

Of all lessons

In curricula

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And loving our neighbors

We might even take a hit

On ourselves

To have it in the world

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Though

You know

We have to have it

If only to receive it

For the part

Of world peace

Via the golden

And the fleshly

Circulatory rule

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Have Easter then

With joy

Passover

Ramadan

Diwali when it happens

(Holi, too)

And days of consciousness

Rising and aligned

With thoughts and awareness

In a living cosmos

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Let peace be universal

Let’s keep our hands off the buttons

Then destroy the buttons

Recycling them

For benches

The metal of our missiles

Into ploughshares

The paper of our manuals

Into better books

By libraries

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Yes,

With all better qualities

And efforts

Well

We should not be stupid

Everything must happen

All around

Not only in showy places

But where some think

They’re hidden,

Too

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We’re smart

We must be practical

Do you not know

That God

Is smart

And practical as well?

And love has merit

And is the better process

Everywhere

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Easter rising

Let the world

With other names

Be rising,

Too

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Call this respect

Call it withholding

Call it practical

Prosperity

Call it today

And when we think of it

Or must plan for it

Also tomorrow

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no commission, I simply like the storytelling—Happy Easter!

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first holy saturday

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first holy saturday

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it seems there’s nothing

but a void

after which is fear

there could be doubt

but what is left

to believe in

first

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the body’s cared for

there’s the irony of a guard

to keep things safe

while making sure

we don’t get in

to take him

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so what is left

but us

and an enormous world

ready to quash us

and to take our air

our allotment of

anything

allowed

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we have gone too far

they’ll say

but we have killed the head

and now the serpent

body dies

and we shall have it

or leave it

shriveling in the shadows

or bring it to the light

to finish

dessication

and metaphors aside

we mean you

and to have you

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your paltry movement

and there are many crosses

provided by the Romans

and the Greeks

and Egyptians

before

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you are done

we shall have you

you are annihilated

not even space on Earth

shall have you

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we can delight

considering

a line of graves

underneath the field

that we buy

with the silver

Judas has returned

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well

not well

and so we hide

small care for each other

we dare to send for food

and prepare it

without fire

to share it in the dark

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these are holy hours

we try

to pay attention

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some count the hours

most of us

cannot do

something so constructive

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it is finished

last words

we heard them

so did they

we wait for

we don’t know what

we have forgotten all the miracles

and all of what was said

to go with them

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we hide

and that’s the hell of it

as it seems

that hell has won

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there is the edge

of a hole

through which we see

what we have been taken from

and shall we try

to return

a circle

an eye

we hurt

wait, an eye

who sees

we see

does God look at us

or Rome

or the Sanhedrin

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how can God look

God died yesterday

we saw

we heard

and it is terrible

but there’s nothing more

even from the cross

were the words

that it is finished

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we can’t even wait

we can count the hours

but there’s nothing there

there is grief

the rightness of it

rituals

for a while

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but then there’s nothing left

we are ridiculed

then captured

captured and then ridiculed

when it’s safe

when we are bound

bound perhaps

to crosses of our own

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why do we even have

this day

it is a holy day

so to say

holy hours

holy minutes

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if yesterday

had been the day

if the cross beam was

a blooded lintel

then the deadly angel

missed

or misread

and took

the righteous

anyway

against the plan

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but it’s not fair

to miscast angels

who are commanded

by a God

who let

if not arranged for

all of this

and now has disappeared

gone to Sheol

though how can God

wait for God

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there are no answers

only rumors

that we cannot hear

the world has closed us off

in here

and we will not snipe

or bear false hope

or cheat

material truth

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while we are waiting

worse than that

having nothing

to wait for

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we mourn

we cannot look

or look

taste and see

we miss our God

we were friends of God

for a little while

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we are lost

after our paroxysms

maybe we

catch our breath a little

and shall we go where

we proclaimed it long ago

that without God

there is nowhere

the nowhere of the Sadducees

maybe

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but on to night

and after night

not daylight

but a void

judgment perhaps

but what could we have done

when we were told

what we were told

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friendship for hours only

new love

and now

it’s as if creation

matter

molecules

might as well

have never happened

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a promise to make do, make better

(x = space)

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a promise to make do, make better

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nature will not mind

if we go outside

to kill him on the hill

far enough

away

from the glory

of our temple

and the palace

and the city

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maybe if we pledge

to clean up the trash after

make the hillside

beautiful

maybe re-purposed for

a cemetery

or something

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nature will not mind

if we control things

for a while

until

we have what we want

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God appears

approving of our final plans

which means

our enemies are gone

or prostrate

and we are left standing

everywhere

to rule

from being right

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pause

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what’s that

it’s dark

it shouldn’t be

there are noises

above and below the ground that

sound eldritch

even the cries from people

over the sobs

from the few who weep

honestly

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and now the earth is

split

and through so many places

so that we have to add to burying

xxxxxwe have to fit in

xxxxxmore to till in

xxxxxnail over

xxxxxthen varnish

xxxxxor whitewash

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nature

we want to be your friend

we only need you for a while

to go along

with a simple execution

over and upon

one of your hills

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come on

work with us

play

with us

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we know you like to play

we experience

the seasons change

even through

our

desert places

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but then

the wilderness will change as well

when paradise is made

because

God is on our side

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Alt

(x = space)

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Alt

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Are tombs

Really whitewashed

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Maybe in a desert place

To keep the heat off

For a while

I don’t know if white

Enhances

Gathering of cool

At night

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With herbs for scent

And preservation

Added after death

To show devotion

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I guess we could

Understand

What might have happened

Had the guards cooperated

And helped

The rolling of the stone away

Unless they laugh

At women

Then tell them to

Roll the rock aside

On their own

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And having gained entrance

Beholding the wrapped body

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They might need lamps

So that they may work with care

On Jesus

Three days’ dead

And in what state

What condition

In that desert place

And nation

Well

A colony

In an empire

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And so how brave are they

The Marys

Maybe with friends

Followed by apostles

Also doubt

As it was

From their own

Who didn’t move

On hearing

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But back (and on) to risk attention

And arrest

For being some of them

The followers

Of the insurrecting one

State-executed

x

And here they are

Near him

The last of him

In sight of soldiers

And maybe other agents

Who paid Judas

Who has disappeared

Now want to quash

All parts

And signs

Every extremity

Of the body

Of this body

Dead in flesh

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And now the movement

(body in the region)

Gone

Entirely

Execution

Burial

Ridicule

What works

So wins

The devilish

And worldly

Agendas

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Matthew 23:26 and verses following

(plus the Passion narratives about coming to the tomb of Jesus, given in the four Christian Gospels)

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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

x

And let Messiah rule

Certainly

It’s him

x

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

x

Not nearly enough

For the emperor

Of a new age

And all of us

Consuls, advisors

x

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

x

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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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

x

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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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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(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

x

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

x

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

x

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

x

A book of hours

Indicates

Yet cannot reveal

As much as, say,

Look or hear into the gentle candle

While we pray

x

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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Sectarian or Secular

(x = space)

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Sectarian or Secular

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God

Be good to us

Today

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Don’t give us mercy

Or distraction

Give us charges without directions

Save what we believe

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And if without belief

Then with what good we know

Tempered by

Community

Check-and-balance ways

Human and humane

To get things done

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