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Left Over

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Left Behind Over

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I used to wonder

How I got it

Wrong

How I was tricked

By devilish

Personae

And didn’t get to go

Above

Beyond

Wherever all the heavenly

Got to go

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I am on Earth

When it’s called tribulation

To be here

And to be here

I have to have my forehead

Marked

Be ready to pay

Bars of gold

For bread

And who knows

If any water

Anything is safe

While nothing is

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I wish it hadn’t come to this

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A savior

Styled by self

And people

Rises

A liar

Who looks

Oh

So

Well

In public

Yet drains us for itself

Ready to execute

The life from those

Returning

To the faith

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And me

Should I feel the blade

Of death on Earth

For heaven

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A heavenly force

Arrives

And all again is overthrown

This time for victory

Of belief

And real power

Manifest like matter

From creation

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It has hurt

It has been trying

Life

And death for faith was awful

Now it’s done

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And is it a dream

For sirens of

Earthly missiles

And a moment

To decide

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So

Decide

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An Angel Drops the Mic

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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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Each One an Apocalypse

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Each One an Apocalypse

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I look up to hills

From the valley

It’s not that the rescue

Has to come from there

Though there are climactic moments when

Over the ridges

Everyone needed

And everything

Appears

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It’s that wherever from wherever

God is there

And it is God who rescues

Who swoops down

To carry us from battle

Takes us to water

Moving just enough

For a hand to fill

From which to drink,

Clean water played

Over wounds

We are better than we’ve felt for days

We are lifted up again

And taken to a home

Whose dimensions have been guessed at

But whose simplicity

In majesty

Is unknown ‘til we’re there

Where living’s perfect

And we are told

To stay

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Each has an Armageddon,

An apocalypse

The unprevaricated spirit

Manifest

With mortality and eternity

On either side

And through and through

Some have called trinity

But is the nature of the Lord

Relational

And relational with everything

Forever

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Foreword

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Foreword

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The nuns, the monks

The priests, the holier ones

In red

And all religious

All sectarians gather

As in conclave

Or an untied gathering

In which

To count the final days

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Apocalypse

And who’s to say it’s

Sad?

In the moments after,

There will be denouement

A slide of things

Everything

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Toward peace

In a new heaven—even there,

War have been resolved

The furthest reconciliation

Possible,

Final judgments after

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New Earth for us,

Probably a line drawn

Around pollution

With a prohibition

Understood, agreed upon

That so many things

Will not be done again

In heaven

As on Earth

On Earth in heaven’s

Occupation

With a new story peeled back

From what we were sure was

The back cover

Of our mortal observations

After battles

By the victors

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New story, rather

New book

New storybook

Even God might be surprised

As God is everything

For everything

And we all

Set out together

As at the start of Oz,

After sharing in

As with books

An immortal dedication

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Sexu temple,,Shiqu,Sichuan, Ching

Small Lama

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Patmos Day 10001

Patmos Day 10001

(Revelation 21 1)

 

I am here alone

Surrounded by the world

Or so it seems

 

The world tan and blue

The building bleached

In which I rest

Waiting for another vision

 

Testimony

That will not come

I fear

After all

I all learned about

The end of things

 

But there was so little said about

The new

Too brief

The new heaven and new

Earth

How they might be conveyed

For life in the eternal

I want to know

Not as if apocalypse were not enough

It burns the parts of me that

Sight things

Still

 

So I scratch on paper

When I can

A finger in the sand

When there is that

I wait

For them to come

The agents of the Savior

Telling me

 

In perfect love and fear

What to record

That might slip through the web

For all of you to hear

Theophilae

 

C L Couch

 

 

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night sky over the church

 

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