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Earthly Revelation

Earthly Revelation

 

Peace,

Let us have peace

The Skeksis pleaded

In The Dark Crystal

I think he meant it, though

The times were changing

And so he couldn’t have it,

Not his way

The way was not to change

To keep power in its place

Let prophecies go by,

Ignore the signs

 

But sometimes things are

Larger than ambition

(Did I say sometimes?),

And the larger things will have

Their way, especially

When, what do you know,

Peace is the end

A lasting kind

Because the sky has willed it

Not violent design

No, never

 

My voice sounds old

Maybe it is

I tire of the ranting

Maybe you do, too

And if you’re young,

Then you have an early start

On wisdom

Good for you

And for the world,

Remembering that fantasy

As dear Jim knew

Can inspire minds

And hearts

For real,

For really good work

Since change is destiny

 

Since change is destiny,

Let’s make it grand

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Justin Kauffman on Unsplash

 

 

Narratology

Narratology

 

Intermission

 

It’s a new gray day

We had a thunderstorm last night

Hard to tell from the second floor,

Which is too bad

Because I like watching rain

It wasn’t the kind that cleans out

The humidity

More like a tropical experience

Hot and humid for the next spate

Of days, our daily rainfall

Followed by more closeness

In the air

Sigh

Keep the breathing on the inside

And hope the air-conditioner

Holds out

 

Interaction

 

The headaches are a little less

I feel more like

Talking with people

Or a pet

A quiet day

But not silent

Though once again

The mean noise from upstairs

Continues

I have to get out of here

I looked at a place last week

A garret, I could call it

To be romantic

But I expect higher ceilings

Wider windows

In my life of La Bohème

More importantly

And to the point or searching,

I need these

The claustrophobe inside

Requires them

More sighing for a disappointment

This time as much

In myself

 

Intercession

 

The world is still on fire

If only it were a matter

Of volcanoes*

Bad enough, though we could

Work on them together

There are the metaphoric fires

That are deadly, too

The kind we set

In a plan

To burn up each other

 

My dear world is on fire

Why must we do this?

Calling it a crime is not enough

When enforcement is

In question, too

I used to think the cops

Were on my side

I still do

As for other people,

There are all kinds

Some see a protest

As an opportunity for

Stealing so much more than

Civil attention

 

And there are guns

So many guns

All around

Without the trained sense

To use them

Much less over-use them

So people die

On all sides

How many didn’t have to?

 

Let’s not leave it with a question

Let’s answer them

In memory

To bring the count down

And then out upon the canvas

In this case,

The opposite of conscious

I know I preach

But there it is

I want my world better

It want to leave it better

Than I found it

You should, too

So should we all

 

Ask for this

Ask for peace

Then let us make it happen

 

Shooting something’s easy

Keeping a farm

Mining a mine

Building a rocket**

Assembly in a factory

That’s hard

You want a challenge?

Try building something

Raise a barn

A house

A cabin in the woods

Make art for many to love

Compose an inspiration

Maybe on a page

In a mural

Or a house

Or in fixing the plumbing

Anything can be

Larger than it is

Convenience

Comfort

These can be inspiration, too

Or simply means for

A good conversation on a Sunday afternoon

(there should be peace in that)

Voting is an inspiration, too

Don’t forget

Or take the government you get

(cheating nationwide and

in the world notwithstanding)

Talk out the world

Talk out the trouble

Better yet, listen

And fix the plumbing

 

Feed everyone around you,

If you can

And if you can’t, then enjoy

What is given

Or otherwise provided

Maybe a pot-luck

Like the kind at church

Maybe a pot-luck for the world

 

That is my intercession

Feed the world

Provide safety in the water

Make good wine

In memory of Cana

Or don’t, if it’s not

Your disposition

There are problems

Hear them

Then get help in fixing them

 

There are problems

We have a way to go

To have the world

Better than we found it

 

C L Couch

 

 

*I looked up the plural spelling of volcano.  (Once-and-future English teacher.)  Some say the spelling’s interchangeable with the e.  Volcanoes (with the e) seems more traditional and typical.  Also the e in interchangeable.

**I was watching October Sky over the weekend.

 

Photo by Jorik Kleen on Unsplash

(there was no note, but I believe the bridge is in the Netherlands)

 

Aphoristically Yours

Aphoristically Yours

 

Friend,

 

You know more than I

So I’d rather listen

If you want to hear from me

That’s all right, too

 

Some would say

And they are wise

This is the definition of

A friendship

 

Some might say

It is a paradox

There would be too much silence

For the talking

 

Well, embrace the contrary

If everyone is listening

There might be fewer words

But greater truth

Prevail

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Trung Thanh on Unsplash

Kim Lien High School, Vietnam

 

One More Act

One More Act

 

Regarding salvation,

Theophilus,

It is an easy plan

It has to be

Don’t be disappointed

Each one of everyone

Must perceive

The Lord

It can’t be a secret,

Though for now we need a secret

To survive

A code

Or something

 

Somehow, each one

Gets the story

In a saving way

We can’t be hiding that

Thank goodness, we don’t

God would crowd in, anyway

Should we get it wrong

There must be

Truth in belief and a cadre

To keep it

 

Somehow the story

Must appeal

To the old, the young

The angry and the fearful

How much we know cannot be

The matter of

God’s apprehending each

Once the hand is raised

And if no skill to do that

Raised with help

From proxy friends

 

But each one’s own

Encounter

Must compel

And must, because there is

Perfect love in the process

A compelling invitation

Stamped with joy

Delivered in peace

Whose cost, mind you,

Is nothing

 

It’s a great day,

Theophilus,

Even though we scratch

Into the ground for recognition

We are fishers

With the perfect net

That will not kill or maim

Or serve up the wrong fish

Into the boat

Or on the shore

Consider it a plan

Better than any other

There should be no wounds

Outside or inside

Except those delivered

By the world

 

The net actually fails

There is no net

Yet the job is done

It’s done in thread

That holds nothing together

So must we in peace

Proclaim the Lord,

Which will be hard for us

Though God demands somehow we keep

The opposites together

 

(a greeting in my hand)

My peer, my student, and my friend

It is the hardest work we do

And rise above the scars

Yet the prize is easy

It is not ours

But kept by one who knows our names

Better yet, prizes our spirits

Gain the faith in truth and love

A day of gladness when there’s one

And only one

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Brina Blum on Unsplash

Trèbes, France

It was on a lovely and sunny day in Trèbes in France. I found this lonely and lost mailbox on the wall of an old house. Looks so beautiful.

 

 

 

headaches

I should add a note, not that I like whining.  But I’ve been suffering with extra headaches the last few days.  I manage to write and post but not much more.  I like to read and respond to your works and am sorry I’ve been really slowed in that.  I don’t know if the pain is from the change in seasons, rise in heat, rise in allergens, or something else.

Anyway, I keep plodding.  Hope you all are well (better).

Christopher

 

Interdependence Day

Interdependence Day

(4 July in pandemic time)

 

In the USA

It is a day

I wish we’d take it

Safely

But the things

That think (without thinking)

They’re in charge

Would rather

Have displays than safety

And noise

Whose irony inside

Will only waken the disease

 

We can celebrate

In other ways

The disease knows no politics

Neither should we

Today

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Andrew Neel on Unsplash

Greensboro, United States

 

Unbelief

Unbelief

(in Mark, chapter 9)

 

My favorite story from the

Christian New Testament

Isn’t easy

 

A father brings his son

(a parent brings a child)

To Jesus, saying

A demon throws his son into

The fire or the water

Anything destructive, for

The demon wants

To kill the child

 

To the father, Jesus says

That with faith, the boy

Will be cured,

The demon itself thrown out

To which the father says,

I believe

Help my unbelief

 

He had been told what to do

What was pat, even a guarantee

But the father’s honesty

Precluded the code

He bravely and with broken heart

Told Jesus what was real

 

The crowd pressed in

There was no more time for

Conversation, not even for proof

Of faith

But what we know is that

Jesus healed the child

If there was a test

The father passed,

Though there wasn’t

And he didn’t

 

Was Jesus surprised?

Was the father?

What is authentic was not

Surprised

 

Faith will out

And doubt

They both had their turns

And they

 

And theys did well

They made healing

They made good

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash

 

Humilitas

Humilitas

 

And does he have the shoulders

For the world, and shall

We place a wheel and turtle

Under him as well

Maybe add a hazelnut

The world on an axis,

On a pin

Where angels dance

And wait for orders

To Megiddo and apocalypse

 

And is everything so fragile

A speck of virus brings us down

Remembering that vanity

Leads us to the feet of Ozymandias

One day

Maybe today

 

And should Atlas need some help

Before his feet have slipped

And all the foundation

Maybe what we have in orbit

Could help

If not, we might also

Ask what we are doing there

 

I’ve left off

The marks, signs

Of use and abuse,

Because they stand

As statement, too

There is a quality should save us,

If we understand

Its works

It doesn’t mean stop everything

Or ball up into fetal uselessness

In fact, it calls for greater

Energy and effort

That simply will not pay

The same

 

But will save the fragile, spinning Earth

Of us

And all we’ve done to

Knock it off its pinions

And platforms

And should it have a course

To meet faces of other worlds

And the face of God,

Should all or any have us

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by GMB Monkey on Unsplash

Chin-Up on Rings

 

Step Sessions

Step Sessions

 

We have a journey to go on

Called today

I don’t know how many steps we’ll take

Maybe we’ll travel like Thoreau

Considering the cosmos in a walk to town

 

Maybe one place will be literal

The other living

Where stars are born

The nebula inside

Cradles of thought

To set us on our way

 

Until the dark of night brings out the offspring

Literal nebulae

A star for each thought born out there

A universe of mind, as it may

Marking a journey

Like our own,

Roaming energy

Through two sets of cells

 

Two trips going inexorably

No competition needed, no going to war

We can have quiet or make noise

Any media for growth

Though I will say

Maybe going gently’s not so bad

In a night of stars

As thoughts and ours

 

How many steps a journey?

Some might want

To know,

Which is okay

Let the universe and us

Decide

 

C L Couch

 

 

“Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas

 

Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash

Newton, MA, USA

Heart Nebula

 

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