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Slow Men
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God bless slow men
(I don’t mean still waters)
Who are not evil
Who have sins in the past
And who knows
For the present
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But do not move in haste
To rule the world
Or a part,
Who listen sitting down
Or walking ‘round the block
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Who are not old
But take pleasure in
Slow ways
To make love
And have love, after
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I might talk slow women
Except
They know the wisdom
When to be fast
When to be still
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Without Further Ado
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I’d like to say something
About God
Not because God needs me to
God is a spirit
God is love
These are not original things
To say
God is a lion,
The lion of Judah
Also nothing new
Though rather wondrous
God is mine
And also God is waiting
Though I think
We tend to think
That it’s the other way around
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That we wait for God
And once God arrives,
We wait on God
Sometimes the waiting
Either kind
Is cheery
Sometimes it’s not
We wait for God to relieve us
Either of comfort or
Responsibility
We wait for answers
To a local hell
That breaks our spirits
As the ground
Might break
Near a volcano
Or as a sinkhole
(we have sinkholes where
I live)
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Then to have God appear
To speak
Or touch on our hearts
But we will not serve
(that kind of waiting)
Because things have been too awful,
Thank you very much
How about
You serve me for a while,
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Which will happen
God will serve
God serves,
In fact,
To have made everything
To arrange for energy
In nature
To bring light and dark
Rain and sun
Snow in winter
Water steaming off leaves
In summer
(or all the time in tropics)
Maybe there is nothing more
God will want to do
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And yet I think
God is not only creator
But newly-creating
And creative
Explain the platypus
Or bird-of-paradise
Or human will
With the lack of it
Everywhere else
In nature
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God is many things,
Which might mean
Always new
Nearby a platypus
In grace
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John 4:24, 1 John 4:3, Revelation 5:5
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Istanbul sky from September 2005.
Photo by Hulki Okan Tabak on Unsplash
Istanbul Sky, Istanbul, Turkey
Published on June 6, 2019
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present lack of tense
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pre-dawn charcoal sky
blue here and there
aside from color,
nothing else is moving
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simple celebration of inclusivity
photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash
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Contractor Comes to Fix the Old Apartment
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Two holes in the ceiling
Don’t forget
From where the pipes
Were pulled
The rest seems obvious
Paper peeling from the walls
Hopefully, the walls
Are dry behind
Paper peeling from the ceiling
Long cracks everywhere
That look eccentric
Like single strands of webs
From giant, drunken spiders
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Photo by Eugene Chystiakov on Unsplash
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Yes to Another Story
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I can’t do this
I won’t
And I won’t grow up
Like Peter Pan
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Another child who’s
Lost
And wanting pixie dust
Must tell the tale,
Instead
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Of flight into the London sky
To islands that
No ship can find
Except the ship
That story says
Has been there for a while
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So that the story
Might have adversaries
As stories need
More than
Pixie dust
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Photo by Sophie Louisnard on Unsplash
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Timing
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God, help me
With devotion
Not the famous kind
I don’t think
I could hold that well
But quieter,
Between the two of us
And any interested
That we all might
Turn
And turn again
So that you and the sun might
Bleed together
And everything
Be many
And be one
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Maybe it is famous,
After all
I learned certain moments
From someone
To begin with
And the well-known word
That ends
It all
‘Til next time
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Photo by Nsey Benajah on Unsplash
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The Telling
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Pain and need
And maybe quotidian pleasures
This is a lifestyle
And it could be worse
It is, I know
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Which means it is all maudlin
From time to time
Though sometimes
Easygoing
When meeting with friends
Or hearing someone else’s story
God bless the phone
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And should there be
Accomplishment,
Not quite
An accident of birth
Then gratitude should follow
With what might be appropriate
Surprise
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But don’t we grow each day?
I like to think so
Maybe it’s a matter
Of discretion,
Not today I will be brilliant
But I’m writing and I’m reading
I’m listening
So closely sometimes
The grinding of old Earth
Is heard
The motion, twenty hours at a time,
Is felt vibrating ‘neath the heart
In the center
Of synapse
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We grow, we also
Slow down
Three score and ten
I hope we take it with us
To the next stage,
Arriving in time
To be useful there
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Photo by Omar Mohiuddin on Unsplash
(there is a painting by Turner of a moving train that this reminds me of
and, yes, there is a reference to Star Trek here–in the words, that is)
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Quantum
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There is a
God of beauty
Who by our accounts
Is fickle
Beauty in a storm
In wrinkly babies
While we determine
Beauty in a car
(I like the lines)
Or a figure on a screen
Receiving millions
Of both kinds
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Beauty truth
The eye of the beholder
Do we know anything?
I wonder
Extremists destroy ruins
That are also
A record
A child destroys the fragile
In “The Artist of the Beautiful,”
And I think
About that often
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But if the cell is beautiful
And it is,
Then beauty cannot
Be destroyed forever
As long as we have
Nuclei
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This is a photograph of a sculpture of 20 centimeters made with wire and pigmented beeswax.
By Ordnajela Zenitram – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=44982588.
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Whine
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Exhale the scolding
From the heart person
Who called this morning
Should heart people
Scold? Isn’t that bad
For my heart?
I need peace
More than ever, it seems
To me
External quiet should aid
The peace
Then again, I don’t want to be
A jerk about it all,
And everyone has bad days
And someone would say
There are those who have it
Worse than I,
Which certainly is true
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Lady Gaga says the producer who raped her dropped her off ‘pregnant on a corner’ after locking her in a studio for months
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Poole Park, Poole, United Kingdom
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