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Battle Cry

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Battle Cry

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The war goes on

I know war from

Reading

All Quiet on the Western Front

Johnny Got His Gun

The Red Badge of Courage

Funny war in

Catch-22

Romantic war in

Anything by Alistair MacLean

And

The Lord of the Rings

I’ve seen videos of

Hiroshima,

And I see images of Ukraine

All of which means

I don’t know anything about war

I don’t know the ripping pain

Of bullets

The sounds from

Many explosions

The sounds of people

Wounded

And the dying

All in states of dying

Mortal life leaving the body

Violent upheaval into judgment

All out of place

Before its time

An outrage of angels

Crying from all sides

The risen and the fallen

I hear stories

Read them

Hear them

Imagine them

And let them in

It’s not the real thing

But it’s something

Enough to think and feel

And cry against

And I have perspective

While those who call for war

Haven’t any

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1914, World War 1. Highland Territorials in a trench. Photographer: H. D. Girdwood.

La Gorgue, France

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Wargodlike

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Wargodlike

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We’ve known God

For a long, long time

Leaders used to want

To curry favor

So built monuments, set

Time

Struck stone tombs with

Asking after asking after asking

To be let in

In a public sense,

Regardless of administration

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It’s easy now

It’s vogue to say there is no God

So no one to attend

No one to tithe

No one to contribute anything

Except to me

And my circle

Broken, though I do not know

Cursed through an absence of words

Who hasn’t earned ruins

But the detritus in between

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Red Scare

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Red Scare

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I was born when

It peaked,

When McCarthy

Was deflated

But it was a cold war,

And we weren’t supposed to

Trust the Soviets

Whoever they were

I didn’t know and

Could only generally

Think about Russians

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But there was the language room

At Pitt

And people from so many parts

Living in the city

And the region

And on TV scenes and shows

With comedy and Russians

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Some of these

Lampooning, no doubt

Some of it relief

As if to say

The Soviets are people, too

And we are people, too

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There were Soyuz model kits

And joined experiments in space

And there was Peter and the Wolf

At the young people’s symphony

And The Nutcracker

At Heinz Hall every winter,

And my sister liked to go

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Communists?

Who were communists?

They wore red stars

Looked grim

Waited in long lines for everything

There was Eloise in Moscow

We looked for the funny KGB character

Appearing somewhere on each page

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There were missiles all over

Here and there

I didn’t see any,

Though there were sonic booms above

From military aircraft

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Blue and silver in the sky

And black and white on TV

How scared should I be?

Sometimes I was pretty scared

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The Hour

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The Hour

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When I met with

My spiritual director,

He’d light a light

Between us

For our consideration

A flame that moved

That might have made a noise

Though we couldn’t hear it

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It was our time to talk

But we’d be quiet

First

That was good

That was good tension

That was coaching

From the universe:

To be quiet for a time,

To give better time to listen

When it was time

To talk

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Justification

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Justification

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Just as if I had

Never sinned,

That’s how I was taught

The word

Like at-one-ment

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Hope in the small things,

Yes?

Though these are words

Behind which are big things

That sanctify

(big word)

Reconcile

(another)

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You see, the small things count

The extra sleep

The better cup of coffee

The crispy toast

I live for these

And things like these

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But there are the big things

Like repentance,

Reconciliation

The kind of things that bring

The prodigal home,

That cause a feast

Once sealed back into family

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There are the things

That don’t require

Big words

Faith, hope, and love

But might need bigger understanding

Or maybe only

Pay attention

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God is simple, too

Three letters, three parts

And one

Anything that’s three and one

Helps to explain it

The shamrock

The states of water,

As you know

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The simple

The profound

The rest for exercise

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We sin

We can make it up

We can be snow

Or lightless night

We are returned

To the next day

To try

Better this time

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All Love

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All Love

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All of us

For Jesus

All of each of us

I heard it in Sunday School

Today

Sure, you may have it

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Really?

If Jesus wants this broken body

And this tired mind

And all the loves

Requited, unrequited

Then

Jesus may have them

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Is that so much?

Not really—you

May have it

Have it all,

Jesus

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Deception

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Deception

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A devotional

Means devotion

Means devoted

Attending and obeying

A liege lord

There is one, only one

Who may pull rank

On all of us,

Stewards in the realm

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A king, one king

Call it queen

There might be jesters in

The courts of heaven

Reminding us

That foolish to the world

Is wise

Fools for stewards,

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The world, though,

Might only get angel cacophony

From those who hear

The choirs of heaven

Over the fields

And do not believe

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The shepherds

They are wiser

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“Electromagnetic Crown”

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Counting Spring

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Counting Spring

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The winter is like spring

Today

Not cold,

Blustery

Keep your balloons inside

It will turn back

He saw his shadow, after all

(don’t worry—he’s not

so accurate)

We’ll need balm to fly the kite

Warmth to whet the wind

That’s when spring

Is real

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Nonsense

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Nonsense

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Some days make sense

Not this day

Maybe half

The half of me that slept and ate

And feels neither hot nor cold

And has energy to power

This machine

Into which I’m writing

And, for now, through which

You might be reading

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Which is how I’m handling

The other half

The scarred, bleeding, twisted

Other half

That might be more than half

Tomorrow

Because I know there have been days

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And this part needs

Understanding

As in compassion, yes,

But understanding

Like math

Like where the cities are

On a map

Like the aspect of pain

That cries that this is wrong

Unreasonable

To a listening God

Who loses us,

We’re sure

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Whose mortal timing, self-imposed,

Becomes weighted

And unshifting

Providence

Today

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