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Unwind

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Unwind

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Unlike unraveled,

Unwinding is good

The keeper of the maze

Has rested

Restrung her thread

And we are ready

For a puzzle

We are ready for adventure

On the smaller side

A kind to enjoy

From chairs

With drinks on small tables

To one side or the other

Simple games

With easy rules

Something to rest into

If we doze, it doesn’t matter

This is an easy day

A gift

From the graces

While the muses play

And otherwise shut out

Shut off

The noise we do not need

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C L Couch

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a kind of companion piece to yesterday’s posting

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Colorful Fabrics

Photo by Kayvan Mazhar on Unsplash

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Unwound

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Unwound

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After conflict

There’s thinking

It should have never

Happened

Cooler, take indifferent

Heads should have prevailed

At the start

Before

Before the mess

The knotted

And unraveling,

Twisted the way that

Things twine now

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Not in the midst of

What’s going on

There’s getting by

Day to day

Hoping to wake somehow

Into something new

Something

Miraculous, so filled

With grace

That penitence

Weeps for relief

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Somehow with

An uncertain thread

From Ariadne

Now betrayed,

The maze

Should be resolved

And we

Regain

The air outside

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Photo by Terri Bleeker on Unsplash

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Wake-Up Gospel

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Wake-Up Gospel

(John 10:25)

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My works I do

Show God

They testify of me

Jesus did that

And says it every time

We read or hear it

He shows

And says it again

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Works righteousness

Alone,

Some say

Indulgences for sin

Is close

When works as

Polity and practice go wrong

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Indulgence on a decorated paper

Certified

Purchased

Ahead of time for sin

This doesn’t happen anymore

Reformation

Counterreformation

Timing keeps them apart

Though unity

Should bring them near

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Then there are

The Evangelicals

The siblings

The independents

They are seen

And heard

Close in doctrine

But there is the edifice

The cathedrals

The state churches

The republic in the Vatican

What shall be done

With these?

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Still, there could be

A table

‘Round whose delegates

Might bring a gift

For conversation

Each thing distinct,

Each thing to say

We are here

And we have something

To make it better

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Then everyone could talk

And everyone could listen

The works of God

That show God

Could be manifest

Together rise

Against decline

Against blooded

Or bloodless war

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There could be peace on Earth

Well, some of it

Bless-ed assurance,

All that’s needed

In God

In each other

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SOURDOUGH

Photo by Conor Brown on Unsplash

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Nos Temps Perdu

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Nos Temps Perdu

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Bad memories

Shameful

We wince

But it’s okay

Freudianism aside

(which I guess

we cannot do,

not entirely)

They are over now

We don’t have to

Live them

There should be

Some knee-jerk

Relief in this

We don’t have to live them

More than once,

The once that lived them

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There’s much to do,

Of course

Therapy and such

And telling those

Who must be told

While learning

Not to tell it again and again

To ourselves

Or live them

Many times more

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Enough ownership

To say

That happened

It’s made a difference

Here it is

A thing that

Doesn’t have to rule

My nerves

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Then there are

The good parts:

Learning

Or sometimes simply pleasure

Recalled from

Good things that have happened

If we’re going to live in memory

From time to time,

There are

The good parts, too

And, oh yeah, there is today

Where we are now

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Hello

Doctor

Name

Continue

Yesterday

Tomorrow

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Machine memory

Human memory

Both have glitches

Both can be recollected

Let go or kept in health

With clarity

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National Parc of Tassili n’Ajjer, Algerian Sahara, near Djanet, rock engravings (7000 years old)

Photo by Azzedine Rouichi on Unsplash

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Out of the Not so Silent Planet

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Out of the Not so Silent Planet

(on a Wednesday)

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On the hump day

(bless the camel)

Or on any day

We might turn to God,

Which can be a matter of

Turning inside,

Somehow

We acknowledge God

That voice inside

And coming from the outside

Coming from you

Inspired or directed

Seeming

Happenstance, perhaps

We listen

We should listen

No matter if there’s sound

We also learn

Through touch or taste

Of other of the senses

Listening in time

Receiving new instructions

That might say

Stop, be here with me

A while

Then move on

Or might say

Move on, now

We stewards of the realm

Will have our orders

In this funny place

Where there is a monarch

Everyone else

A steward charged with

Variously

Caring for the realm

To move it forward

Into safety and progression

For the approval

Of the other worlds that

With our Lord

Do watch us now

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Deborah Would Know

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Deborah Would Know

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So where will I go

And how will I get there?

I will go with help

To a place that’s been decided,

Which is an affirmation

Of some sort of prophecy

And nothing of

My own

Where it be miracle or grace

Or a birthday surprise

Tickets for the circus

Though I found close-up

The circus had been hard

On animals

(I hear they’re doing better)

Somewhere

Somehow

Like lyrics in a song

Something fixed

Something to believe in,

Something to avoid

Eaten up with stress

If only I could believe

As I believe in the core of Earth

Or air,

Both unseen

Or unheard

Except when working on or in

Something else

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a statue of Deborah (1792) in Aix-en-Provence, France

by Georges Seguin (Okki) – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1524991

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And All Forgotten Wars

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And All Forgotten Wars

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I hold my head

Look at the mottled

Skin on my legs

And wonder

In addition to

Genetics,

How my father did it

How did he live?

What was happening

On the inside?

He was alone

For so long,

One way or the other

I think he wanted

Peace

From the war

But wouldn’t say so

And eventually

The lack of peace

Took him

Pushed him

Where he did not want

To go

Inside a dark place

That would accept

No light

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The U.S. Navy destroyer USS Walke (DD-723) underway at sea in Far Eastern waters, 23 November 1953.

by W.L. Fowler, U.S. Navy, from USS Yorktown (CVA-10) – U.S. Navy photo NH 99810, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1622057

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Equinoxic

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Equinoxic

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Is it really in the sixties?

That is so nice

Today or tomorrow

Is the equinox

And fall will be official

We want it to be fall, I think

The leaves to turn

The air to be a challenge

Time for coats

And yellow schoolbuses

Easier to see

Take care

Autumn has its challenges

Practice looking out

For trick-or-treaters

First frost

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in the northeast of the USA, northern hemisphere

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I looked at the temperature and said to myself the first two lines

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Photo by Jason Leung on Unsplash

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Hallmark Would Have It Rhyme

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Hallmark Would Have It Rhyme

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My circle has

Widened some

In lively ways

And souls

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Lois, John, Paul

(no George or Ringo)

Mandy, Lynn

Other blogging friends

Some of these from

Reaching out

A little

Some are a surprise

With or without

The reaching

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And I am thankful

The circle has

Ends meet,

Even braided

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Like the rim

Of that thing at Thanksgiving

Inside which are all

The fruits and nuts,

Wheat stems

Other good things

Of Earth

Like seasons

And like friendship

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Photo by Shyam on Unsplash

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I like Hallmark cards and enjoy sending them out for holidays.  I especially like the Peanuts cards at Hallowe’en.  (No, Hallmark people didn’t make me say this.  I’m sure they don’t know I’m here.)

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