common book of prayer
God
forgive me
and help me
and is this so bad
a prayer
not
to utter most days
to start
or sometime throughout
it’s my
common prayer
as if I kept a common book
from which
I read
depending on the hours
it’s presuming
I suppose
if
asking
belief that God will forgive
and
God will help
and maybe the two-step isn’t needed
since
God might help me
anyway
not waiting for even personally determined
forms of doctrine
for
the hours
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“Ain’t no love in the heart of the city.”
San Francisco (USA)
after drafting
sigh
have I said something for you
yet
not that it’s a desperation
yet
well
but relevance
a reaching out
to find acceptance
more
so alliance
well
to be in touch
at least
and maybe most
if
by the aptitudes we have
and hope
your
reaction might be good
good for you
that is
maybe your conviction
certainly your more plainly passing through
the day
go
well
if not
if I may say
go better
as you often make a day
better
for me
and thank you
and what
do you know
we’re here
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2 poems about angels
angels at the apocalypse
they all be working
I imagine
though I guess there could be some
held in reserve
I don’t know if our angels will have time for us
but then
I don’t know how many there are
even
if a third fell
how do we count these
and I doubt on
the head of a pin
Jesus said
legions
but he was audience-aware
maybe we’ll have our guardians on
assignment
still
with enough to fill the final battlefield
archangels
leading
taking care of their eldritch own
and all good beings might
weep
in
conquest
and by victory
ourfield
the wings are never long enough
not wide enough
not
wild enough
you’ll note
that birds
except the hummingbird phenomenon
tend toward having
twice
with length of wings as of
their bodies and how
much
more majestic
fearful
wings proportional unfolding from the centers
of the angels
we rarely indicate their power
or
the awe they should invoke
if
a fraction of the might of
their maker
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“Angels in the Outfield,” a story by Richard Conlin, which began a film franchise
small wonders
green
so much green
and
thank goodness
I’m reacting
and thank goodness I'm reacting
so then
last night there was rain
and there was
thunder
yet
I saw no flashes
meaning
I guess
the lightning fell and struck
far away from town
but I could hear and between
the rain
with the sky cracking
there was wonder
then
this morning
well
here before the screen
cross-legged
stretched knees
I thought
about
places where the storms are afternoon
quotidian
thus do they
there
have to have another source of daily wonder
theirs and even God’s
storms
having become so ordinary
even with
lack of splitting light
yet
more so filling other senses
and
my thought now being about
how much need
of wonder
though
you know that I believe
deep
like the ground of Earth
beneath the storm
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in the news today
I know there’s what’s happening
in the world
to make
it real
enough honestly to take part
gather in
share stories
help
and ask for help
for all those who are not us and yet
we share the world
like fog when manifest
presume it’s
always
manifest
moves through and by its need
relates us all by exigence
an element and need
of circumstance
whatever we enact within
one
form of consequence
the other
love or hate
war or peace
to share
and by that
all of us
by what is bad
or we might surprise good
either way
act
or result by what happens
what we happen
bind
and by are bound by
fate sometimes it’s
said
better by the love of world even
at war
at home or in trenches
actually to share
it all
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could be the final poem of the evening (in a reading)
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“Print Is Alive” (given caption)
(the image was for another but then co-wrought the following)
choose the moon
lasso it first
only
George to Mary
while
the rest of us must find it first
the moon
and how to capture it
or
leave it go and choose to go with it
as it should fly through sky
and
we walk the horizon
to follow its way until morning and then at last
we shall know
what
to do
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we are grateful for
what we have and what we use
true the First People
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Bear Lodge, mistranslated as Devil’s Tower
the drama
we are born of the Earth
breathed through
with
divine exhalation
we rise
one and then the other
we are introduced and given tasks
care for the
garden
name things or else we did that
on our own
but meet with God
all the time
and live the spirit in the mean time
and somehow Satan or
the devil
or whatever you might call it
was
allowed in and allowed a role
maybe for the first
time
this was the start of the revellion
the devil trusted
as archangel
only for
a little while
longer and what damage it could
do before caught out
and such ruination happened
it seems we blamed each other more
than the writhing thing
though
the demon part in our exitence
should carry on and taken
through to the midst of Armageddon
when
as prophecy decided
and yet played out
there is a final battle between
Michael and
itself
when it is thrown for good
out of sight
only to dwell in God’s mind over lost
creation
and lost love
while our redemption is at hand
to do our part
believe
accept the grace of mercy
as
a fitness for heaven
and
the Earth renewed
who knows
maybe for us
to have the home we’ve had as
the home that was made
except
for evil’s and
for will’s intrusion following
the evil
as well as inventing our own
now
the Earth anew
as on another world the ideal might be
ancient
but now for us and for all the days
succeeding
move forward with everything that’s good we have
and
love our lives in every way
each other and by mercy
means of grace
return to the communion that was the way
even the style
of Eden
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getting up
how soon do we become aware of things
and how
and why
the beauty of the day
silence upon waking
stretching on
our own
or because we’ve seen others do it
rise
with enough sense to rise
the wildness of dreams
subside
settle into
enough transition
to
realize we’re here
and assemble where is here
and what
should we be
doing
now
into consciousness
and the world might lead us first
into it
traffic noise
anxiety from what rooted
before sleep
maybe a long before
tasks
to accomplish
subjects for counselors
whatever
might be going through
when all aspects and talents need take over
one part by another
in groups or altogether
we came to life
the mystery
as
well as the amazement
into today
and the hours as we unfold them
into
all the moments we might
try
to plan and
what shall happen
anyway
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more existential than I meant—it was more simply a pretty day at first, now grayed over
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“Heavenly Blue” morning glory
Oxdrift, Kenora, Unorganized, Canada
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