I’ll Come for You
I’ll come for you
When
You are sad
And far away
It seems
I'll come for you
When you are lightless
Then
I shall be light
I’ll come for you
Be the sounding noise
When you are quiet
Find you
On my own
I'll come for you
Stay next
To you
Until
You’re ready
I’ll come for you
And be with you
While the world waits
Or goes on
Without us
As it may
We’ll find an entry once
Again
When ready
You might have wounds
They
Should be tended
Let’s take care of
Those
And be brave
About something else
(remembering
there’s
something brave
in saying ouch
for honesty)
I’ll come for you
And when we’re
Ready
We’ll get up
And move
So slowly back
Into an expected
Life this time with more truth
And carrying a salve
In each other
For any
More pain
I'll come for you
C L Couch
Photo by Gilbert Ng on Unsplash
(x = space)
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A Gift from Western Asia to the World
(on the day of Saint Nicholas)
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God
It’s dark
The light is coming
Like Immanuel
Who’s here
And always coming
To the call of the season
Advent
After all
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Like the advent of the airplane
Or hybrid roses
Bred intentionally
Everywhere
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For good or ill
We co-invent new things
And yet in a dark street
Like my own
With one light for company
You came into
The world
Seemingly deserted
Certainly bereft
Of a savior
Who would match divinity
With barbarism
To save us
All barbarians
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Who knew nothing
Of an inner life
With you
Except by accident
Of prophets
And some other heroes
So that we knew of virtue
And your name
Beyond your name
But in a real way
To have such things
Well
We were lost
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And in that town
Razed and rebuilt
So many times
Under one light
You came
Nicene
Human and
Divine
To bridge the damnable gap
That we had built
Through consequence
Of sin for will
And simply keeping
Only
To our side
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To bring us over
Come to us first
As at the first
There was creation
And now
Reconciliation
For the one-sided
Who remain
Lost that way
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And shall you give by grace
To every generation
Hope in each one born
Offered many times
In each one’s
Life
To appreciate what’s on the other side
Of you
And us
To model the walking over
Four ourselves
And for our children
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And shall we call this grace
Of something else
It is the same
The offer of salvation
Through bridge-building
In the flesh
Of your child
The child that’s you
And us
Somehow
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The advent
And the miracle
On arrival
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Such wonder
Such bliss
A reality
In the making
That the world needs
And typically doesn’t know
Until we meet you
And teach us
All about the bridge
Live on both sides
At last
And then offering
By will
To take us to the middle
And we both
Also with steps of our own
Pass to the other side
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All of which to say
Merry Christmas
Maybe we’ll see you
In this room
At this place
On Earth
And everywhere
And at the bridge
The most
Extraordinary gift
You are
For us
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C L Couch
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Photo by Darya Tryfanava on Unsplash
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Haze
(through the unlooking glass)
For now, we see through a glass darkly
So we’re told
I imagine it is made of amethyst
Like looking through dark purple
Maybe there is a shape
Maybe movement
On the other side
Nothing we can know for sure,
Which makes faith the only alternative
Not for looking but for living
In a place where definition
Has no clarity
But must be visited
(we are here)
And traversed from
A pole of birth toward the pole of
Death and what comes after,
Half a world at least
Though maybe at its zenith
(or the nadir)
There is a launchpoint
Upside-down—
Maybe the dark glass is an asset here
Forestalling disoriented feeling—until
Right side up again
We are in something like
The sea of stars,
A passageway toward
Our arrival
For having everything we needed
Without regret
And with clarity of looking, by the way
C L Couch
Chinatown through the looking glass, kidding, just a freaking hole from the iron gate.
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