The Cajun Navy
They launched in
Katrina,
Saving thousands
In their boats—
Rough sailors who
Know the way of
Waters
Others don’t
Now in Louisiana
On high ground,
Crews set sail,
Aiming toward
Smaller and
Smaller, landed
Circles
Around which
Whorl the
Helpless
Who “don’t flood”
Psalm 50
(a song about un-ending)
hours
sing monastic
song throughout
the night
how do we
sing with
what’s not
been heard
in heaven’s
day
we practice
with tentative
skill
for you are
excellence
our unto
the Lord makes
sense
when on
an uneven
way
pleasing you
we are free
to turn
it is enough
for you
you are delight
we know
the joy
‘Cause Rosema Says So
(https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/08/14/the-happiness-tag/)
(The Happiness Tag from Rohit of Straight from the Heart)
“Folks are usually about as happy as they make their minds up to be.” ― Abraham Lincoln
cited by Rosema
Canciónes de Oro
How does the song
Go,
My boat is so small,
And your ocean is
So big
(Translated)
Extraordinary image
Of a strenuous
Hope for
Amazing grace
Cantan ustedes,
Queridos
Please sing, my loved
Ones
Valley of Death
A hundred years ago
And slightly more,
There was war in the
Crimea
And we must learn
The same lesson there,
Time and again
Tennyson mourned
Troops lost in
Misdirected battle—you
Can look it up,
You should
http://www.cnn.com/2016/08/11/europe/ukraine-high-alert-russia-crimea/index.html
Oxygen
1
As in I’m in favor of
And would like more;
My neighborly air
Too damp
Like Arabian palaces
And towers, craving
Light and space and
Breathing in and out
In an Earth-blue sky
Anyone offering work
Maybe
With room and board
Arizona or how about
California? Or in
Situ the Alhambra?
I know, there are
Wildfires out west—
Conflagration of a
Kind (unkind) along an
Eastern sea;
Thieving atmosphere
Suffocates
Inhaling things
2
All fire swindled from
Prometheus someday
Will cease
In recompense,
While damage to open
Lungs and other
Capabilities are
Prolonged matters
Fire-scarred will
Propitiates our faults,
Mitigates any anger
For the rest, leaving
For last joys our homely
Fires burning against
Night
We, dwelling through
The cold, may story-
Tell the impact of our
Age
(epilogue)
Oxygen feeds fire and
Needful issues
Propelled by nascent
Hope and sometimes
By outraged
We have no choice but
To deal in both
Breathe in air, then
Breathe out our part
Psalm 49
(a penultimate song)
Before the last,
One more thing,
Please, to say:
O Lord, like all
The seasons that
You muster,
You are constant
In provision;
Might we live in
Gratitude,
Thirsty children
Who can yet look
Up before
We stoop, saving,
To drink—
Risking, yes, a
Moment of hurt
Brilliance
Gazing, as we
Do, toward the
Direction of one
Who has
Left life for us
In a healing cup,
Freely filled with
Consequence,
And bread that
Was earth-fired,
Once
Psalm 48
God Breaks Through
The day comes
When God breaks
Through
When an open hand
Will not be
Withheld by grace
Or by design
We cannot bring
It down—release
Or entice it
Our timing has no
Meaning here
We should leave
It all alone
A mind ordains, a
Host obeys
The earth will be
Complete
Ready to be
Apprehended in
Capture and in
Understanding
Day time and
Night time
Without time
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