as Golgotha at home
vicarious
surrogate
the pain of God
on
Calvary
and so take on the unsaving burdens
of the world
without
perhaps the world asking
in fact
the world go so far as to realize the killing
whose pain to
bear
and should I ask to move away
the suffering
like the onerous
stone
each day
and should I ask hers even more
to go
though it’s false-brave of me to say
and yet
the sacrifice was there
and
does it mean
refer to and change
both kinds of pain
the body’s
and the spirit’s
and
I don’t know
but heal her
please
and then may I ask
heal me
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photo by Sandy Kumar on Unsplash
the week
a new week to you
and should you have it
maybe with
some hours yet unplanned
though
expectations beckon
some time wrangled as this
might need wrangling
for
oneself
and for them
each kind
and for each one
and there should be peace in that
and if none
then a chiming and a watchword
to design
and re-design
time
and intent
work with play
to find and have and live the loves that
make the rest
foundation with resources
added
new expectations maybe
balance
margin
whatever called or used
to impose the human
and approving the divine and in
a partnership
to live
and move
and have our being
have time and let the time be normal
for you
and for them
and don’t parse this
rather
you
and them
and maybe for an errant word from
me
or the peer community
peace to you this
week
if it may
with pleasure
and accomplishment
and love as a thread through
all
the fabric to the edges of the loom
and then
tucked under
and
if possible
if and when it’s healthy
live
and work in partnership
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I hope it’s been a good Father’s Day; yesterday (I didn’t note), was Flag Day in the USA and Mitzi’s birthday, everywhere
Acts 17:28 (referenced)
photo by Greg Rosenke on Unsplash
cherish is the word
the spooky tree
I just heard mention of
a “spooky tree”
trees are spooky
I suppose
or can be especially when given
the Hallowe’en shape
and
association
though trees are green as well
and the green parts
we are drawn
to
for all they are as well as
what they mean
green
la vida
(not loca)
we have had an equinox
lately
and so we’re on a kind of edge
or cusp
in
not so much
the sky-shape of the moon
and how the stars
are
traveling
or even tables of tides
or even
Zodiac zones
we are on a line
an edge
a cusp
and spring should follow
normally
though we have put the seasons on an edge
as well
through what we’ve done to sky
water
and ground
our edge
(related to the others)
is made up of
resolve
which the other things with lines and such
can’t muster
we choose the Earth
we choose
the sky
the water
and the ground
and we choose each other
in the kind of
relation
that comes with deciding our part
of the cosmos
(sometimes
consideration is that
big)
what shall we choose
and
how to live
we have a cusp for timing
there’s no point in
despotism
we can be equal in each other’s eyes
and
all selective senses
and
yes
there’s good
and there is evil
and they need attending
for each is in the world
as each is
in
and from
each of us
we have to keep a world
governments and industries
we should value life
our lives
in whatever motley way we have life
once
we have it
and it goes on
the isms have their place
though they should be mollified by
things
mentioned through ages
befitting
old
and new
and renewed
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“Cherish” is a song written by Terry Kirkman and recorded by The Association. “Cherish” was released in 1966.
Photo by USGS on Unsplash[--]Soaring, snow-capped peaks and ridges of the eastern Himalaya Mountains create an irregular white-on-red patchwork between major rivers in southwestern China. The Himalayas are made up of three parallel mountain ranges that together extend more than 2,900 kilometers. [From USGS.] (And it looks a bit like a Hallowe’en tree. From me.)
A Little Hermeneutic for a Saturday Morning
(1 Corinthians 12:17)
If all were an eye
Which is a phrase I heard
(maybe in translation)
Then the body would have
Nothing else to do
Beyond looking
Sounds dull and
V R notwithstanding
Two-dimensional
Only when the body is all active
Is there interest and
Engagement with all the creation
That’s around us
And with the Genesis maker
We can say
(we have mouths)
That this is good
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By Edgar Degas – High Museum of Art, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=28897481
A Season with God
I don’t know what happens next
Neither do you
Most of you
I know the lore
I have faith
I think we’re made for now
To think mostly of now
Which is maybe why
Heaven is so distant
And raked over with misunderstanding
Like planting the wrong seeds
Allowing the weeds to grow
Until the harvest
When, you know, wheat and chaff
Is there more to say
What can answer doubt
Satisfy speculation
Excoriate cynical perspective
The thing is that
All these things are good
Curiosity deserves an elevation
If security is surrendered on the inside
Outer life might wreck from time to time
Inside life rebuilt time and again
The surgery of synthesis
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Like or as the words by G or S, this kind
Of time
Creeps apace
And should we not be shattered
By bombs or disbelief
The day before takes root
Today become a seed
Tomorrow promises a crop
Don’t leave it here
I’d like to meet you later on
And, you know, be met
When time is all time
All days all at once
C L Couch
Season Wallpapers 2 – 1920 X 1200 | stmed.net
Peace, Prevail
(for the USA and all)
Red leaves on trees
Against the season’s
Bright blue sky,
Branches lightened in
Late-afternoon, autumn
Sun
Vision of nature
Hope for a nation
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