Dear Heart
What shall I
Say
What shall I
Do
Today
I ask and ask
While there are no letters
In the sky
What shall I
Pray then
For an answer
A direction
If not
A plan
How about the next
Step
Only
How about an inclination
Certainly a push
Should help
A small one
Maybe
I won’t
Tell your supervisors
Or maybe you could help
With this
Great weight
That seems
To be weighing more
Today
Some small lightness
Which
I’ll take for
Freedom
To move along
Dear angel
Thank you
Knowing you are there
Is
Of course
Something good
More than
You know
You know
C L Couch
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or does it hurt to ask
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I wrote a lot this morning
was it worth it
all of it
should I ask
it was something
something to choose from
or I’ll have to write some more
something timely
and to share
we’ll see
I shouldn’t ask
but rather keep going
using up electrons
paying for energy
electrically
and bodily
electric bodily
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Talking and Walking
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Now talk to God
At last
Waiting
With all respect
Withholding judgment
‘Til we’ve had a word
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This is right
And this is wrong
And I guess
I knew that
Though not always
The particulars
x
Who can see
All consequences
x
And I have other questions
That I mean
Less rhetorical
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How do I do it all
How do I bring it home
Really
How do I live free will
And obey things
All together
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How do I think
And love
How do I formulate
A plan for life
Then wait for its
Dissolution
x
How do I say
This is good
And this is not
When complex understanding
Mixes everything
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How do I live
In this old world
The human part
That has such hate
And hides its greed
Inside an
Annihilative plan
That is at work
So far from me
With those who have
Stolen the riches
Of the planet
And seek to dupe
All malleable
And thinking people
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Where is the love
Inside the hate
And how do I live
With both
x
That is
How do I live with who I am
Who I was made
Like everyone
To be
And to be
Well
Me
x
How I live
Lord
I do not know
Too many exits
Or rest stops on the way
They are inviting
Too many paths
It seems
Narrow and wide
And in-between
x
Which way
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The world is too complex
For the simplicity of love
And faith
Maybe of hope
As well
x
I clang my cymbal
Except I don’t
I live in quiet
Desperation
Sometimes
With the age
Also frustration
Remaking tiny parts
Of my world
To say
That’s better
There is hope for the rest
x
And is there
x
The world made by you
We are in your image
To look like
Dare I ask
To act like you
x
Are our actions
Part of our likeness
In your image
x
We make things
I guess
We destroy them
Too
And you have ordered things
Destroyed
x
Nothing lasts that we make
And is it practice
Then
As in
This all being a rehearsal
For the real show
That is
The real experience
To come
x
I should add question marks
For grammar
Though there are so many
Plus implied
And beyond me
And I think you know
Where are the pauses
Where I do take a breath
Before the next
Thing
That I wonder
You are patient
Except when you’re impatient
x
Well
Maybe love is complex
Too
Or maybe its simplicity
Weaves through the complex
Showing a tapestry
In wisdom
Or in time
Your time
For all to know
x
Who knows
While we live
And wait on Earth
What secrets
You might keep
Or is there a real truth
That you keep none
x
Love and faith and hope
There are precedents
And these might be lasting
One link into another
Through the ages
And tomorrow
And in next moments
After this
Amen
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C L Couch
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Good Time, I Hope
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God
May I talk
With you
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My health might be improving
Just a little
By just a little
And I thank you
In part because
I want to make a lot
Out of a little
x
I want to ask your pardon
For my sins
Though really
I want to assume
Upon a doctrine
Not to have to talk them out
Remember things
With you
x
Or again assume
You know them
Anyway
And will excuse me
On my asking
Even broadly
x
Clearly
By tone
I think I’m wrong in that
x
But for your pardon
Even with my fractured approach
I thank you
And I love you
Have I mentioned that
x
I feel confused
About what’s next
x
I mean
I know there’s heaven
Though I don’t know
Heaven
But honestly I mean now
The now that I know
As best I know
And what to do
I don’t mean tired questions
Lived for decades
Without answers
I could grasp
x
I mean today
And for a little direction
Into tomorrow
x
Could you help me out
If I’m feeling better
With a little better-ness
What shall I do
x
Keep healing
I suppose
Try to bear
And wear
Virtue a little closer
Then to
Try to be positive
And send positive
All the while
x
That is
Maybe for a change
Keep doing this
x
Now
It seems
I hope
I hope I found a little something
This time
That had been piecemeal
Over time
And now should be
Seamed together
For a broader cloth
You might accept
For a flag
Or coverlet
Or on the table
Where we gather
To remember
And negotiate
Earth
Or
Eternity
x
You’ve been listening
Over years
You have been listening
I’m thankful
x
Even in pain
Your presence
For my life
Since when there’s void
There is too much
To bear
x
Well
Thank you
Lord
I’ll keep working
As it is
And feeling
Of your presence
More than doctrine
In my life
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C L Couch
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This is personal
And cosmic
It’s for you
All verse is for you
Food
For ingesting
Water
For the thirst
You maybe did not know
You had to have
Me
Too
All to have
In being
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What Do We Pray For
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Say something to us
Please
What we want
To hear
Might be nice
But when we know
When we turn the wheel
And this turns up
As consciousness
We know
Our self-deceits
Or can
Or maybe that’s just it
We need some freedom
From ourselves
Something
In a gospel message
Breaking through
(shining a little?)
Our conceits
Both kinds
x
Our designs
Are based on pi
We calculate
We cannot calculate
But must have things
Anyway
And so the n
And so the sigma
All the unending
Sequences
That long before
The ether part
We count
And build
Move in
And have our castles
In the mind
And everything in fact
Upon the Earth
And orbiting
Around
And for a while now
Our trips
Through the planets
Now hoping to evangelize
A neighbor star
x
So many ways we build
On unknowing
And the consequential
Binding ourselves
To our ideas
To our agendas
And to hiding them
Our civilized
Transgression
x
Maye a word of clarity
Then
Maybe
Maybe a smidgeon
Of what’s real
Delivered in a jiff
Or honesty
Yeah
Maybe we could take that
Please
And thank you
We mean
(we want
to mean it)
Amen
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C L Couch
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No Harm in Asking
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Let’s hope for a good day
You and I
Friend
Stranger
I don’t care
In a good way
If you are deserving
And who isn’t
Let’s hope for a good day
We can supplicate
It’s not a trick
Then wait while it happens,
Itself reveling in hours
Waiting
To let us in
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C L Couch
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One-Sided Catechism
Lord,
I wonder Tevye-like,
Lord,
When will I be rich
And healthy enough
To take it and relish the
Easy pleasures of the
Earth?
When will I be young again
(and in so many ways
the first time)
To have a spirit free
Of mortal weights
Or maybe a few
To start
Of the more pernicious
To be rid of
So I might leap the
Barricades of illness
And of penury?
When, O Lord,
Will you love me less and
More than enough
That I might walk the world
In ignorance with
Something in my pocket
For a change
(more than change)?
I know you love me, Lord:
Would you make that at least
A little less challenging?
Well
(exasperated sighs),
I’m waiting, Lord
Please
C L Couch
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