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a moment in devotion

What Do Angels Eat

Who Wins, What Is the Prize

Entertaining Unaware

(x = space)

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Entertaining Unaware

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The Greek myth that

I like so much

About the couple who

Ends up entertaining gods

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Then while at dinner

Having both

The pitcher and the plate

Fill with wine and grapes

Respectively

All the time

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Comes to mind

When pouring out the last

Of the cream

From the carton

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Hoping there’s enough for

A cup of coffee

By an acolyte

Of morning

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Or whenever

Some plenty might be needed

Provided by maybe

A not-unknown

God

With perhaps

An agency of angels

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Baucis and Philemon

Metamorphoses

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Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.

Hebrews 13:2

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An Angel Drops the Mic

(x = space)

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An Angel Drops the Mic

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Show’s over

Time for applause

Be impressed with me

The talent

And the portent

The agency

I am

And represent

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This was fun

Next time you see and hear me

The show will be the last

And best

And afterward

Maybe a revue in

Our new place

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Briefly, the Apocalypse

(x = space)

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Briefly, the Apocalypse

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The circle won’t be broken

Angels will hold

The breaking places

‘Til we get there

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We’ll keep the world together

Until an ending that is proper

Appropriate for

New heaven and

New Earth

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Affectionately Yours

(x = space)

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Affectionately Yours

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All the things

That drive us to aberrant

Distraction, should

We let them:

What if our autonomics

Fail and I must be responsible

For breathing, blinking

The beating of my heart?

You see,

That won’t happen

But we can get into states

From time to time

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As if the wrong angel

On my shoulder

Has been given too much sway

And I have let

The silent one

Stay silent in its wisdom

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The demons call

Now and then

With sugar-words

And honeyed expectation

They must seem irresistible

In certain moments

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But utter no,

Laugh

Move on—there,

You’ve removed the

Curse and thus joined

The anti-damnation league

Whose numbers

Are unknown

Whose fee is nil

But do they shine

In Parousiac moments

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The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis

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angel in a cemetery, weathered by time but still a powerful image

Photo by Sandy Millar on Unsplash

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The Book of Numbers

(x = space)

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The Book of Numbers

(in pandemic time)

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Lots of twos and ones

Tomorrow

And a zero,

And there could be church:

I think I’d cherish

Learning someone else’s

Story

If in a cyber way

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To understand

How a narrative fits

Into the weaving,

The puzzle

Of the one great story

In which we each

Have a page

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Monochrome

Or colorful

Burnt along the edges,

Gilded for the saints

After all the torn-up

Parts have been

Repaired

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Not a book of judgment

Not a cache of

Clever evidence;

Rather the story of us

In part

And all the rest of us

And God inside, above

With tired angels

Tirelessly binding

Fixing binding

All the time

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(for 2/21/2021)

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Antelope Canyon, United States

Ladder to Nowhere

(reasonable skeptic)

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Wilderness for Real

Wilderness for Real

(before the angels or the promised land)

 

So what happens

In the wilderness?

We think more about its passing

Forty days in the wilderness

Forty years wandering

The desert

How were they led

Without any leading?

There was no direction but

Not to find the way

One day in a wilderness

Without means except

What might fall out of the sky

Stone into bread

Water from rocks, that is

And are we to live by miracle

For many days?

 

The holes inside of desert walls

Holes within holes

Drive in a couple pegs

To make a shelf

This life was considered wisdom?

There must have been

The company of food

If not of people bringing it

Water must have gotten there

Somehow,

Meaning wisdom must be patronized

Sponsors for each hermit

If not a dining hall

Is a hermitage allowed community?

Is there companionship

Inside the wilderness?

 

Who would be alone

To hear only the heart

Wait for nerve flashes

To shine behind the eye,

 

This is loneliness enough

The creator hasn’t left

Each one is not a pocket watch

Inside a deist vest

 

There is loneliness in wilderness

Underneath there is companionship

Something we feel

Less than God

But more than ego-censorship

Affords in crowds

Magnets are not good for us

They draw us without thinking

 

When we can get away

Or accept it, anyway

Because it happens

Something in us owns

The time, the chance

To say, this feels like home for now

I’ll stay here while I can

Even as a long-withheld surprise

 

I’ll learn

Employ some craft

Commune

It shouldn’t last forever

Then I get to return

Maybe encounter you

Before returning,

All changed

 

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