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Naphtali

Naphtali

(Genesis 49:21)

 

We say grace

As an association with blessing

Bless our food, bless us

As we eat it

And as we use the nourishment

Singly and together

 

I was asked (selected) to

Share grace at family camp

Deer Valley, Pennsylvania

I wanted to say something grown-up

Over the microphone

But was told to say the childish

One we learned to say at dinner time

I was a child

So it was okay

 

Now I can’t recall which prayer

It was

Wait, here it is

 

Thank you for the world so sweet

Thank you for the food we eat

Thank you for the birds that sing

Thank you, God, for everything!

(a sibling can correct me)

 

What is the source for a proper

Citation?

I don’t know; I don’t think I want to know

The source is childhood

And grace in remembering

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Yangfan Gan on Unsplash

 

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Pity the Party

Pity the Party

 

Wow, pain is such a disconnect

Like depression

That I also take a pill for

What is there to care for?

What do I care about?

Who cares for me?

I have accoutrements

A blanket ‘round my shoulders

While I’m cold

Toast (the start of a loaf)

Some grapes (the last of them)

I gave up coffee and caffeine

As if it were my own form of Lent

Though I can’t recall

A decision for

The sake of my soul

 

Pills have side effects

These press down, too

I am surrounded

The best thing that I have

Are movies

But I’d rather be the artisan

Than the spectator

So sit up to write

A little more

 

I’d rather make

Than borrow off

Another’s making

I mean, there’s allusion

Citation when it’s proper

Or otherwise might render

A source beyond reach

If not belief

Or to leave it all, hoping for

Belief in the beholder

 

Well, some system

Is protesting

The strain of illness

Or the medication

Most of this I doubt I’ll leave

Though there might be something

I can’t see or hear

That someone else

Much better at beholding will

 

Do I pray?

I do and hope for more

But I haven’t a perspective

The thermostat is broken

Someone else must regulate

What happens next,

Which is what I think

The praying’s for

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by ImageParty from Pixabay

 

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Waiting the Hour

Waiting the Hour

 

I used to swim a lot

Back and forth across the pool

Down to the bottom, where

There was clarity up-close

I learned the different strokes

And what was then

Life-saving

I’m unsure how that’s changed,

What’s preferred about

Administering the kiss of life

And such

Eventually, I would tire

But there was such a store

To keep me going then

To bring me back next day

Heat in the air, cold water

The extremes were not the issues

I’m only sick

I will recover,

Which means I’m overdoing

Over-something

When I’m better I’ll, you know,

Test the waters

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Zbysiu Rodak on Unsplash

Calle de San Andrés, Golf del Sur, Spain

 

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Blessed Insurance [and a note below]

Blessed Insurance

(for anyone on Sunday morning)

 

I sing this while

My world falls apart

My older child might run away

My job is on the line

 

The car needs so much work

I haven’t seen or felt

My partner smile, really smile

In a while

 

I don’t want to know

The balances

I can’t think about what happens next

Can’t think about what else

 

The church organ might be better

Suited at a ball park

The pastor tries to sing along

I think I see the words on the page

 

There is no harm in singing, too

I guess

Who hears, who cares

I know it isn’t that bad

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by PhotoGrafix from Pixabay

 

 

note on me

I’m not in the hospital anymore.  I’ve been diagnosed with infections and am taking an antibiotic.  I still feel lousy.  Maybe less?  It’s hard to tell.  Thank you for your prayers!  They are potent.

 

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Origami Transportation

Origami Transportation

 

How close am I to

Earth when

Help would push me

To the sky

And pain still wishes to

Pull me to the ground?

I guess I speak of

Medicine and illness

And the rips, the tears they make

Ideally with coordination

(patch over wound)

But with parts of the heart

Still pouring over into

Nets of capillaries

Wounded-open

 

What can artificiality construct

(what can making make)

To that will mend with

Flesh parts that have

Been hung for years

Red, brown, freckled, white

Flesh like bird-feathers, birds

Waiting on a branch to fly

Once the banding’s done?

 

Fly so well, then?

Metal and claw, we have to hope

Human mends

Steel and plastic

Cotton, nylon fiber

Chemicals repurposed from

Repose inside the Earth

Give it all a chance

 

The gently shackled bird

The patient with medicines

In binding

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Nikoline Arns on Unsplash

 

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Passenger

Passenger

 

Disorientation

Getting sick

Trying not to

No, what is it

Trying to get well

 

Two infections

And did they damage my heart?

Became the overarching question

So a string of tests

Withholding diagnosis in the mean time

Withholding treatment, too

The pain was high

Still is

Less lousy, I can say

 

C L Couch

 

Image by 이정임 lee from Pixabay

 

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Sick Days

Sick days (not the good kind)–be back soon.

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A Gift to be Free

A Gift to be Free

 

It’s a Saturday for God-thinking in

The easiest way possible

No one expects anything at least

In my culture

(weekend in the USA)

There’s mass on Saturday

A smart invention of the Catholic church

But even then it will go easier

Litany from a hammock

Prayers while kneeling

In the garden

 

What does God want of Saturday?

Sixth day of creation

I think we were made

Though a day to God

Might as well be an eternity

To our thinking

We are the human gift

Invention for our industry

 

Now limit the hours

Keep it to five days

(four days in Europe)

Send all the children home

From factories forever

(the world waits for this)

 

It can be a day for thinking and rethinking

For new ways to slide in

Supplanting what needs to be overthrown

Inside,

Confirming what is wise and

Always

 

Let’s enjoy the first half of the weekend

Tomorrow should be even better

 

And if your sabbath’s done

Then divine gifting

Is already yours

And if your sabbath’s an invention

Enjoy humanism-giving

In rest or play

 

In other words, the day is yours

The day is ours

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

Cheerleaders

 

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Friday’s Children

Friday’s Children

 

It’s Friday

I should say something

About cats

And to be fair

Dogs

And if you have a rabbit

Pet your rabbit

Be careful ‘round the ears

Otherwise, I think they like it

 

Friday’s child is loving and giving

Cats, it’s true

Are a source of affection

And encouragement

Through seeming indifference

Dogs are obvious about it,

Aren’t they?

Sometimes that’s just what we need

Obvious affection

I’ve spent most of my life

Around both

Not both kinds of cats (though

that’s true)

But contrary cats

And thorough dogs

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Peter Morth from Pixabay

 

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