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Shadrach

Shadrach

 

They traded in vacated virtue

What was left of righteousness

 

Goodness rusted through,

Only a thin semblance, molecules-narrow perhaps,

Which was all right

They decided who could touch them

And how deep

They wouldn’t let me rest a finger

Tied my hands away

And bound my feet

Blindfolded me as well

And did so in a way that, while I could no longer

Move, I still thought I was free

 

I had no skill

I simply wanted to live

God gave me something, maybe

But a yen for freedom is what mattered most

God hurt those who bend the youth inside,

Who masquerade as truth

But mentor lies

 

But, worse, I must ask

That God judge

In perfect love

Remembering all parables

All messages and motives

Manifest

God judge me, too

For collaboration

And anger when the mask burned off

 

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Twelfth Night or

Twelfth Night or

(6 January)

 

What You Will

A modest title

For a late, great play

Did he mean the pun about

His name?

 

What you will, Will

Will who was not the starving

Artist or

Unknown in his time

 

It is twelfth night

Or the twelfth day of Christmas

Christmas, in fact, in the east

In may (and maybe your) liturgical

Calendar, Epiphany

 

In some parts I know, there will be

A boar’s head festival

A Christian way to say

We remember our English

And European roots

Deep down as they might be

Unseen for an age

 

What is epiphanous today is

What is found and realized in the

Christ story

 

The magi come to visit with the family

Of Joseph

To leave gifts for the child who

They discover is

The one they were searching for

The sky was writing them about

That was the ink

They were the page

The message now fulfilled

 

No return to Herod

The last part

 

There are other matters of

New knowledge in new light

Years after,

He comes to his cousin John

Whose voice speaks to

The wildness in the wilderness

He splits the world in truth

Those who will believe the one

Those who will believe the other

A parable one day applies

Of sheep and goats

 

Repent

Turn around

Follow his way,

Says he of the one he must baptize

Because deep knowing says they must

Do this

 

A dove descends

The Spirit is involved

To have a litany of three

Whose echoes elicited the start

Of everything from nothing

 

What happened to the gifts

Sometimes I wonder

Over-obsessed, they would become a movie

Like the subjects of both arks

And a spear of destiny

Maybe they were covered in a box kept by his mother

As was her way

To have her son and all that followed, after

 

The season before the season

An ending and beginning

It truly is

A new year

Time for decisions

Whom to follow

In the drama that our forms reflect

The play between all things

The material our due

The cosmos in the universe

Play on

 

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A Mourning Dove parent with two chicks in Mesa, Arizona, USA.

 

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Please Change the Sun

Please Change the Sun

(that’s all)

 

I saw the ocean first

Off Fenwick Island

On a family vacation

We stayed in a house that had

Loud screen doors,

And at nights the ocean visited

Everywhere in our room

 

But after a year of Pacific sunsets,

Helios descending into water

I now think there’s a problem

With the Atlantic,

Maybe primally

 

A Freudian might say

It’s something womblike or umbilical

 

Anyway, I’d like to have my eastern ocean

Catch the sun at night

If you could arrange that

I would be grateful and obliged

One thing made better

 

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Look Outside

Look Outside

 

Sunlight is white

Emanating from

A ball behind a veil that

Covers everything

Might take dissolution

Some going away

Before real colors return

 

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Idealism

Idealism

 

I think I should start a new book today

And maybe dare to eat a peach

I don’t know about significance

I think it’s in my cup of coffee

And when I can sit with someone

Share the drink

Part of the day

Then the increase in meaning is

Exponential

 

I’m sorry it’s not more profound

Or that I haven’t a mightier metaphor

The sun’s come out; it’s pale blue

My favorite color

Today, I’d rather know yours

Trusting it’s green or

Yellow or

Something wonderfully different

 

We use what we believe

We go for something better, each time

At least, I hope we do

 

I’m stuck with my words, I guess

And nothing smarter

I’d say I’d share

But I didn’t make any of them

We trade in what was made already

Long ago and new each time

(what was that formula for n?)

 

It’s a little bluer

A little greener, too

It’s cold; it’s January

A new combination for the day

A day we haven’t filled in yet

How about that?

Let’s go

 

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blue and green gradient

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Younger

Younger

 

Once I went out west

Well, twice I guess

The first time I was two

I do have memories

I dreamed about the second time

Last night

Only I went there now

Knowing what I knew

So that I might avoid mistakes

And, you now, I did

 

I’ve heard it said I wouldn’t change a thing

I would change so many things

Sometimes to thwart agenda

Mostly to get it right

To keep the pain from happening

So much

 

If that would daunt a butterfly or upset

The schedule of tsunami,

Then it’s good I don’t have the talent

But I would like to fox many things

Or preventively

Offer something better in the first place

For all concerned

Color me uninteresting

I would dull the pain

Treat the wound by having it

Not happen

 

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Life in the Hermitage

Life in the Hermitage

 

I know I teach too much

Old habit

Sometimes it’s prophecy, but

The voice is mine

I don’t speak with any authority

Come down, or come up,

From God

 

Sometimes I think certain things belong

Together

That’s poetry

 

I washed a few dishes in my small sink

I looked into the new year’s sky

It’s gray

That seems right

A January pallet

 

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Photo by Craig Whitehead on Unsplash

 

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Wishful

Wishful

 

The moon is out there somewhere

Sailing ‘round the Earth

We are here, wishing we could go

 

Sign up for a lunar voyage

Take a chance among the stars

Maybe nothing

Maybe treasure

Worth it, we think

Earthbound

 

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Visible and Invisible

Visible and Invisible

 

The Lord sings,

and there’s a world.

The Spirit shimmers, and love

all inspires.

The Child touches one and then another,

and everything is better.

Healing and teaching,

death and resurrection.

 

There are other personages

in other stories.

I like well enough this tale of mine, which

comes from a people I must own.  I am

content mostly to do so.

 

I want to learn more and more:

to hear the single notes

that rise into a melody

of sacred time

for sacred dance.

 

And everything is better.

 

C L Couch

 

 

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English: Coptic crosses in Philae Temple of Isis. Aswan, Egypt.
Français : Autel chrétien dans à l’intérieur du temple d’Isis à Philaé. Assouan, Égypte
Image taken by Gilles RENAULT
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