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Pollock Shock

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Pollock Shock

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What is honest,

Anymore?

(people might ask

they might)

Is it when we cry in pain

From suffering?

Is suffering so honest?

No great art

Without suffering

Speaking to the vision,

I suppose

Michelangelo before

The chapel ceiling

Pollock

Before the floor

Art that changes everyone

Born from the pain of one

Or more

And what about beholders?

Do I understand,

Bring it close to heart/

To home

Because I hurt before

I see above/

Below,

Hear the music,

Touch the statue,

Walk the garden,

Smell the cooking?

A world of pain, they say

No other way to

Know magnificence

But through agony

Small pain

Great pain

Small art

Great art

I want to fight the premises

Argue them for

Ordinary time

Sigh

Maybe we have to hurt

Before even plain beauty’s

(leaf’s magnificence,

soup in the pot)

Understood

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Photo by Jené Stephaniuk on Unsplash

Part of the painting “Day Trip” from Jene Gallery.

Austin, TX, USA

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Dona Nobis

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Dona Nobis

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I believe

And so should appeal to God

And feel peace

Though maybe the situation is

I have peace

And sometimes do not feel it

To have it

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By ZSM – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4239269

The tallest (16.5 m (54 ft)) peace pole in the world on the campus of the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology in Ghana. It is made of a 105 years old Sapele tree. 5 languages (Twi—a local language in Ghana, Hindi, Chinese, Swahili, and Arabic) have been used to express the peace prayer on the pole: “May Peace Be on Earth”.

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Not Unusual Sunday

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Not Unusual Sunday

(which is to say, ordinary time)

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Lord, help me

To be ordinary today

To be faithful

In the usual way

To go to church

Think churchy thoughts after

For a while

To play a little

Finish my homework

Get ready for tomorrow

Monday,

You know

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Photo by Osman Rana on Unsplash

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God through Sleepy Eyes

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God through Sleepy Eyes

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God through sleepy eyes

I ask for this or that:

For health for my family

Keeping safe my friends

Even my enemies

(safe and far from me)

For some peace everywhere

In the world

And on the other side of sky

For a good day tomorrow

And a pony

(scratch the pony—wait,

now I’m scratching it

between the ears)

There is or should be

More but I am sleepy

And the day is ending

I’ll think of more

Tomorrow

In the new day

In the seconds

As you give them,

As I remember or I don’t

To pray for them

Thank you

And I pray

You have a good night, too

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We were on the road in the Dolomites the day before the lunar eclipse with our van when we found out that we are very close to an observatory. We headed off there the next day and took this awesome picture on top of the mountain.

Photo by Niklas Priddat on UnsplashUntereggerhof, Cornedo All’isarco, Italy

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Sore Afraid

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Sore Afraid

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Sometimes

I am frightened

Maybe you are,

Too

It’s not an easy

Feeling,

Though it informs

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They are not

Coming back

This feeling means

An illness

A trust is broken

We feel alone,

At last

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Fear of the unknown,

Sometimes the known

An impulse

From inside

An instinct

Made

From outside

Like layers

Added at the wheel

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Fear

We should not

Work with,

Fear we must

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Photo by veeterzy on Unsplash

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It’s Time

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It’s Time

(writing, reading)

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I need to set down

Something

For your interest

Or your pleasure,

Something to

Move you if

Only a little from

Where you are

To where you might go

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Do you mind the morning?

Do you rest at noon or

Breathe deeply

From time to time?

That’s not me

That’s you

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Maybe, then,

We share the interest

And the pleasure

In exploring deeply breathing

If in turns

From time to time

In turns

From time to time

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Autumn Drive

Photo by Connor Humiston on Unsplash

Independence Pass, CO, USA

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Petition under Glass

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Petition under Glass

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Liturgy is fine

Laid there year by year

Sunday by Sunday

Or Saturday, if chosen

Sometimes daily

Or whenever

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We pick the pages up

And they have meaning

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We follow nothing

When we sit

Or lie or stand

And weep the words

That matter more

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For being nothing set

In stone,

A book resting upon wood

All consecrated,

But what pouring from

The heart

Like rain or wine

Mattering more,

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The living need

The urgent cry

To God

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Photo by Bianca Berg on Unsplash

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God Inside

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God Inside

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God inside

Next to the spark

Gently suppling air

Ready for cupping

Should there be

A blast

Working through

The arteries

From outside

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Heart model to explain how the heart works to patients.

Photo by Robina Weermeijer on Unsplash

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Ultra People

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Ultra People

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I’m not an action figure

Never was

Don’t need the cape

Like Superman

Or the long coat

Of Doctor Who

Don’t need a phonebooth

To the stars

Unless I really, simply want

To explore

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Don’t have powers

Death rays from the eyes

And such

Don’t need to fly

Without an airplane

Or balloon

(though I really, really wish I could)

Don’t need to have

My brain increased

Extra organs

Added

Preternatural strength for

Fighting vampires or

Solving the universe

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I am me

You are you

Without the uniforms

Or leagues

We’re still okay

Viable for God

And planet Earth

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Puerta de Alcalá by Night

Photo by Jose Antonio Gallego Vázquez on Unsplash

Madrid, Spain

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