the wild wood
there is a church there
according
to my mother’s favorite hymn
I’m not
sure if the church is
supposed to stand against the wild
or
to complement somehow
as in the kairos
of God
in
creation
and I imagine church is for order even to call
the program that
and
often that is how peace is associated yet
the day an age of having made
well
everything by God’s design
and by the will and by
the hand
for
actual or metaphor
and since we cannot measure cannot
count
so many things
and
good we try
for many
maybe it is mystery the mind
and the enactment
of God that from a mortal distance we can guess at
and
yet as a paradox of understanding
must
believe
if at all to believe
and so something uncounted in the wild
might
be acceptable
number of stems
petals
branches
leaves
while for leaves we might count pages
in our books
and
have the ordered time together
though in between
the solid
and ephemeral
we
might emply a medium of
humor
to keep us honest
time
and
or
in the wild at the church
that was
my mother’s favorite
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I know the hymn as “Come to the Church in the Wildwood” (though I tend to separate the wild and wood words); it is known as hymns are known by the first line, which is “There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood.” The song, by reason of its lore, also has the name “The Little Brown Church.”
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n.b.
the song is about
a church that did not yet
exist
but was the verse-fancy of a writer
passing through
the Midwest
town and then there was a church
and yet is
my fancy
has me thinking of a Baptist church in or near
Bell Buckle
Tennessee which was where my mother
lived
and grew
and did the family go to church
I do not know
though she was
became
what have you a person of
faith
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kairos in chronos
God is here
Immanuel
with us
we give seasons to
the coming and
arrival
which is fine for giving color
and collective
things to do
but the coming and arriving
and the leaving and
returning
all
are with us
which we might have better understand
when we were forebears
and the child
be
in the painting with all others wearing
dress of the time
the child depicted with all the miracles as well as
soteriology
provding
child
grown-up
teacher
crucified
and
God
and aren’t they all together all the eras
all the ages
that we own on our own
plus
forever thinking
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(x = space)
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Paradisal
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God, love us
From afar
And in our cells
From walls to nuclei
Better than gravity
Your affection
Keeps everything together
Not that the loss
Is chaos
Everyone needs chaos
From time to time
But you know that
You know us
Made us for chronos
And for kyros
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In time
(both kinds),
We shall know all
Certainly beyond
The truth, beauty of Keats
We’ll know the beauty
In rushing fear
As well as the bridge
That rescues over
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We’ll have something
Of the knowledge
You meant
To bend the tree
In its own time
And yours
And ours,
Once ready
We’ll have it right
And better yet
We’ll know the love
The makes it
And respects it
Living the lessons for us
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After the nightmares
When dreams lead
To healing wakefulness
New plans for action
We may make
Together
All togetherness,
The good
The sanctioned
The unplanned
That makes a heaven and an
Earth
At first
At last
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Yellow Leaf Mid-Air
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