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All Things Bright

All Things Bright

 

To be prosaic about it, today is

the definition of a summer

day.

It’s hot (eighties), and it’s

dry.

The sky is pale blue, and scattered clouds

(cumulo-cirrus?) are flying high;

there is a faint breeze.

 

Just right for children

to be outside

playing.

Riding bikes, hanging out with friends

at the Soldiers and Sailors

Park.

Walking to the community pool

with sponsors,

swimming in the pool,

taking a breath

between adventures.

 

C L Couch

 

 

George Hodan

https://www.publicdomainpictures.net/en/view-image.php?image=190361&picture=sunshine-background

 

No Sin Required to Have Grace Abound

No Sin Required to Have Grace Abound

(Romans 6:1 and 2, that funny, funny Paul)

 

Grace

I want to write about it

Maybe because I need it

I don’t know how the mealtime

Prayer became “grace”

Because grace is momentary?

We ask for your blessing now, because

We’ll only need it

‘Til the food is gone

 

Grace is a surprise

And, as I’ve said, like a bird

It flies, it alights, it sings

It takes off again

Grace goes where it is needed

Costs nothing, and it saves

Sometimes we do get

What we didn’t pay for

 

Grace cuts through works

Though doesn’t undervalue them

(show me faith without works)

Like Jesus, grace provides means

And a way to God

Though discipleship is not required

 

When you receive grace,

Nothing is required

But a hope (a hope) for better living

And sometime or no time

To respond to

What goes quietly below

A plea for faith

An argument to hear

 

If not, then not

Grace will help us, anyway

That is its nature

And its calling

You can hear in every bird

Even the ostrich through the sand

(I don’t think ostriches really do that

I can look that up

I did: they don’t)

 

C L Couch

 

 

Donarreiskoffer – Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7869007

 

https://animals.howstuffworks.com/birds/do-ostriches-really-bury-heads-in-sand.htm

clear and helpful article about ostriches and sand

 

Solace

Solace

 

It’s a kindness, really

To have a little something of my own

A pen, a pair of glasses

A pipe stand that belonged to my father

A photo of my mother, when she was a girl

Holding a little cat

 

It’s not remembrance

Or nostalgia

Mostly, it’s regret

For what they didn’t have

But should have had

 

A comfort only

That so much pain is gone

Absent from the Earth

Kept in the tears of God

And every now and then

When I press out my own

 

As if to keep them in a scrapbook

A book of scraps

The little bits that are my own

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Anne-marie Ridderhof from Pixabay

 

relative sky

relative sky

 

moonrise

Earthrise

sunrise, of course

stars rise

many in constellations

one extremity after

the other

sword point

cup rim

crown

the other rises, too

all the rest

stars that form in different names

elsewhere

 

fifty years

I saw the landing

and the steps

on a black-and-white TV

which I doubt made much difference

than for our neighbors who had color

maybe I missed the red and blue

in the stiff flag

that looked to wave when

the astronaut shook it

 

I wondered about Collins

all alone up there, still

seventy miles above

I trust they talked with him a lot

kept two conversations going

with the LEM and the command module

with Houston and the others

who took part

maybe one big talk

 

keep talking, everyone

whatever your horizon

for a time, at least

we’re all friends here

 

C L Couch

 

 

Temple of Apollo at Delphi, Greece

Patar knight – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=7023940

 

Gods and Heroes

Gods and Heroes

 

Today is one day in a heatwave

 

Some will suffer in silence

And might be found anyway

Some will reach out to ask for help

So many are so bad at that

 

And there are those who

Will reach out to give it

Class and qualifiers will not matter

 

For all the sagas

All the stories of the past

They matter

Sometimes they teach

If we will learn

 

But more important still are the

Rough-edged, awkward things

The good will do today

 

Jesus saves

There will be companionship today

 

C L Couch

 

 

fir0002flagstaffotos [at] gmail.comCanon 20D + Tamron 28-75mm f/2.8 – Own work, GFDL 1.2, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=136199

 

Twilight of the Gods

Twilight of the Gods

 

Last night we sat out

On the porch

The heat of day upon us

A little lessened

One cat on the rail

(screens on the other side)

One cat stretched out upon the

Teak dining table,

The center of a set purchased after

A fire burned half of the house

A year and more ago

 

We watched lightning in the distance

I tried to count the miles

But didn’t hear anything

The storm must have been far away

The lightning cracked again in silence

Split that part of night

So far away

 

I had been reading of the death of Baldur

And now could wonder if he might

Be falling through the sky to Earth

Where we could mourn him, too

With all the gods and, yes, the giants

All the seasons of the year

All trees and even metals

Other elements, so says the storyteller

 

But Baldur went to Hel and hell

As the Norse configure these

My version cannot last

Though it made me sad enough

To wish more beauty, even slain

To Earth

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Marc Clinton Labiano on Unsplash

 

A London Bridge

A London Bridge

 

The world might fall down

Like ashes and posies and the rose

And I might still be here

Not in a privileged place

Heavens, no

But in my corner near

A wide and tall, empty room

Where I keep passionate discipline

That must sound odd

But I’m here every day, it seems

(hospitals notwithstanding)

More and more, no matter what

(we’ll find out about the hospitals)

I create

Or better (truer) co-create

Something

 

Something good? I hope so

I don’t know

I’ve earned not enough to have

It all alone

But as each day affords

(in every way)

I will be in my place

Where I need few things:

Air, moving air, windows, walls for

The windows, a writing machine

And, as Erasmus has been cited

About books,

With whatever left some food and drink

 

I’m here right now

Maybe I’ll be with you soon

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Harshil Gudka on Unsplash

 

God Is, Briefly

God Is, Briefly

 

Something short and pithy

About God

(who asks for this)

God is love, we know

And we say

God is great

God is good

(part of a common blessing in

the USA)

If God weren’t good

We wouldn’t want God

To be great

Caprice of gods

Belongs elsewhere

I’m not sure where

God is good

God is great

God is love

On this column

Rests so much

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Ioan Sameli on Unsplash

 

Life on Neptune

Life on Neptune

 

I selected Neptune

Because I’ve never read

Anything speculative about it

Most of the time, it looks blue

On a map

Like a blue piece

Of sea glass

I might have around somewhere

Life on Neptune would be

Hard

Poison for an atmosphere

Contrary gravity

So distant from our first home

More so from life-giving sun

How grace might provide a

Reason for the colony

 

We’d be that much closer to

Life among the stars

In company with everything far-flung

In our system and

Not to dissemble

Our own galaxy

We’d have to think that way, or else

The nearness of our labors

In such a lifeless place

Static resources notwithstanding

Should drive us mad

For having dared

Such faraway commitments

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by M W from Pixabay

 

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