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It Wants Us Crazy

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It Wants Us Crazy

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Yes, there is

A devil

No need to rave

About it

Resist

Find something better

To do

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We’ll stumble

Fail

And fall,

Which is its pattern

By the way

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But angels minister

But grace

And even miracles

Abound

Within the evil

And without,

No need for sin

To make them

Happen

(that is a joke

by Paul)

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There is a devil

And, yes,

It seems to want us

For bad things;

Let peace prevail

Instead

And make

Reminders

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Try humor

In a healthy way

As well,

For we understand

The devil cannot

Take a joke

At all

Much less

About itself

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Mystery Breathing

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Mystery Breathing

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I’m looking at my books

I think I really like

Mysteries,

Which is to say

Mystery

The numinous

The liminal

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Could numinous

Mean pneumo-

As in breathing?

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And more fancifully,

Myst-

As in fog

Though which

We go inexorably

As heartbeat

And do not know

What we’ll encounter

On the way?

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I mean,

I like the plain thing

That Jane or Hercule

Must resolve

And I like the modern things

By James

Or Aaron, Charlotte

Elizabeth

P. D.

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But there is the other thing that

Contents of books

Point to

Even to hold them

What’s in here?

Out there?

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Scary stories?

Parts of them?

Without doubt—shouldn’t

Faith be scary as

It’s thrilling?

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And then

The pattern seems to be

That all things

Will not be known

Until the end

With denouement to follow

If an epilogue

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Then

We reach for another,

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Which is why

We make a treasure-trove

Of libraries

Or simply having

Lots of books

That might be in forms

Of electrons

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We are curious

We want to solve

Even as we

Want to be resolved

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What are the greater mysteries?

How shall they end?

Maybe we should read together

Or at least

Discuss them

Piecemeal

On the way

All together

On the way

And over endings

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prose poem about an—

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prose poem about an—

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–found and read a story about an angel.  A long time ago, I had a book of stories about angels.  As far as I know, I don’t have that book now; and I don’t know where I got it.  I don’t where I was when I read this story.  I seem to recall an institution-like place, a school cafeteria or something, though the light was not widespread and where it was was divided starkly between itself and shadow.  Maybe I’m imagining my imagining of the setting of the story.  This angel looked like a tramp.  He appeared in tattered clothes with a tattered raincoat over all.  He didn’t like where he was or that he had to look and feel this way.  I think he tended not to like his assignments all that much.  In this story, he saved someone; and I think he did this rather often, saving people.  At the moment just before salvation, he manifested as an angel.  As an angel should be.  He was majesty, all power and fear.  His wings were wide and they reached high.  There was great light through him (hmm, I guess he was depicted as male); and the evil in the story was overwhelmed, the human client rescued.  Afterward, he felt some contentment as an angel, though he knew he would be leaving and would be changing into whatever the next place and time required—not by his reckoning.  So he was about to leave and then—and this was the style of the writer—vanish in the middle of a–.

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this story was written I believe by Stephen Donaldson who has composed the chronicles of Thomas Covenant the Unbeliever; if I’m wrong then I apologize all around; I don’t recall the name of the anthology or the particular story cited, and I don’t know who else wrote the other stories—the theme was angels, that’s what I know and that I often think of this story, this time strongly enough to set something down

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Prayer inside the Wire

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Prayer inside the Wire

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Oh

God

We need you

As the song says

(sings)

Every day we need

You

Your presence matters

In the morning

All the hours

We are fortified

Knowing there’s something

More

Than us

And the world

And the hope we want

To have

In the universe

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Grant us

An audience through prayer

Much better communicating in

Heaven

We suppose

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But we reach out

As best we can

Here and now

And again there’s something

That responds

More words than our own

Sometimes the timing

Miraculocity

In change

The water parting

Unseasonably

Exactly when we need

Land to cross over

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Toward a promise

Provision

On the other side

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And then we’re there

On the other side of prayer

Build an altar

For remembrance

Pocket and snap the urgency

Of interest

Free now

For beholding

Many possibilities

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And rest

For being heard

Before we rise

And go

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We thank you

You are God

Not to make things splendid for us

All the time

But to give us

Moments

For our hopes

And fears

(all the years)

And for our chances

Before and after

Stretched out through the day

And in the night

(barring night shift

who will have the day)

Still

And still

For thoughts

Praying down

The day

The day to come

And now

The now in which we pray

And as it happens

Or is given

To the hearers

Whichever

Apparatus

Opened

And the rest

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God and the angels

Listening

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“I Need Thee Every Hour”

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“O Little Town of Bethlehem”

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3 Links in a Chain

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3 Links in a Chain

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I slept half a night

That was half a morning

My eyes are strained

(they hurt)

I have a heart test later on

And another to have

On my own

By the next visit

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I feel like Peter Pan

In that

I won’t grow up

Neverland must be nice

All that woodwork

A heaven for Bob Vila

(remember him?)

It might be

On a co-ed trend by now

And so

A better microcosm

I suppose the wireless

Is terrible

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Funny how

Wireless is back

When it was so antique

As a term

For a long while

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A hundred years ago

Or so

It was what the radio

Was called;

I suppose we have both usages

In large part

To Tesla

Thank you, Nikola,

And also for your notion

Of offering the capacity

Free for everyone,

Which would be

Quite

The advancement

Over air

And underfoot

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Maybe that’s my

Secret hobbit name

Mister Underfoot for when

I’m on clandestine

Business

Eschewing riders

Not from Rohan

But from Mordor

Or

The busybodies

By daylight

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two brief poems, unrelated (well)

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two brief poems, unrelated (well)

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Spirited

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What shall God

Have for us today?

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A new assignment?

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A day to read up

Instead?

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A list of prayer so long

Indeed

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Indeed

We’ll need the day,

Its focused energy for

Intercessions?

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A day to encounter

Creation

Specially,

To consider all the wonder

And to play?

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Or this day

Might be a day

Like all days

To love God and each other,

Not a suggestion

Or an option

But direction

Limited by human will

Alone

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Though

Admittedly

As people in the world

With

Myriad possibilities

There are days

When it’s hard

Or when it’s easier

To love

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Which might be why

There’s both

Expression

And redemption

Available

At will

All the time

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At the Bottom of the Hour

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Could we do the news

In halves

So that

There’s bad followed by

As much good?

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The readers

And

The ratings

Would be fine

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We sponsor and produce as if

We believe

Good is automatic

While bad

Is creative

And so (bad) more attention-worthy

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Though

The presumption is

Ironically

Disingenuous;

We know

By now

That bad is not

Exceptional

And good could stand more press

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So by halves

Coverage of good and bad

(for some reason

in

the discourse

bad then good),

Well,

It would not be

(hah)

So bad

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Bad Day at Third Rock

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Bad Day at Third Rock

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Today there is a war

People try to live

Without attention

To or from

The state

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There is a wildfire

Eruptions from volcanos

Storms rage

Earth splits

As if on revenging

Or indifference

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There is

Addiction

Other ways we live

As if to self-destruct

Like the tapes

That were for our

Entertainment

About

Impossible missions

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Jobs are taken out

They were useful

Now they’re gone

We get divorced

From each other

As if the vows

Were not thought out the first time

And now we know

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And there is everything

We know is inexorable

It comes on

They come on

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All these things

All these sad things

Most of which

Destroy

And all wound

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The apologist might be right

To say

We live in land overrun

And occupied by the enemy

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Princes of this world

Maybe princesses

Though give credit to the

Insight

When some women lead

Thinking of Deborah

And Judith

And the chairs

Of my departments

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The world must be more

Than all the burning

And explosiveness

Literal to Earth

Or invoked too much by hell

Inside the human heart

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Live more

Legislate, perhaps

Consider how extreme

The campaigns

Or the intimacy

In destruction

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Renew

Repair

Like people

Learn to know

How we are likable

‘Cause we are

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Give Earth a chance

And when it fails

Negotiate

Again

And do the same

For humankind

Fix things

And then

Consider less addition

For the second changes

Barring

You know

Those commandments

And redemption

Even so

Give us a chance

And the cosmos

In turn

Might welcome us

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(citations)

C. S. Lewis, Mere Christianity

1 Corinthians 2:6,8

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Reveals

(x = space)

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Reveals

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I don’t know

It is a mystery

How we get

To where we get

We understand

Our choices

Ponder choices

Made by others

All around us

And what might

We figure?

What might we understand

Of agendas

Or of consequences?

Well, we’re here

We have what we have

And don’t know

What we don’t know,

Which is maybe why

Monks

And mothers

Other readers

(all receivers)

Enjoy mystery

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If God is unknown

Then we are fine

Not knowing

Seeking answers

Or allowing

Un-answering

To guide our days

In relishing instead

The partiality

Of things we hold

Let go

Or appreciate

Even with longing

From afar

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We have

And do not have

We wonder because

There are wonders

Such a life

Of having

And un-having

Knowing and un-knowing

We bear

And carry with delight

In curiosity

Answering in part

All awareness

Or simply going out

Or staying in

All the time

Then rest

Then go again

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Send Something

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Send Something

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A little love

A few notes in a song

Words on paper

(that’s a note)

Or however

Frankly

A bit of chocolate

Or another treat

Would not go wrong

And may simply

Sensually

Render aid

Toward something right

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