Promised Responding
And what
Shall
Happen
When we hear
Like Horton
(only
louder)*
We are here
Meaning
The host of heaven
Small and gargantuan
Depending on
Dimension
And
Dimension’s need
Ready
When we beckon
Or soaring ready
In flight mode
Or on the ground in
Angel
Ranks
Maybe loving us
On fine days
Merely
Or to have to march
(or land)
Upon
Megiddo
To realize apocalypse
And fight for us on
Our side
Meaning the side of all
The believers
Not through possession of
The pride
Of
Victory
So much as that love
By appreciation on
That fine day
C L Couch
(Horton Hears a Who is cited)
Photo by Katarina Dodig on Unsplash
“My favourite street corner in Dubrovnik” (photographer’s caption).
*(still, still small voice)
Housekeeping
Look
Sun
And the world
Looks green
Below
There is yellow on the buildings
And I can see how clean the windows
Aren’t
C L Couch
Photo by Joey Huang on Unsplash
(x = space)
x
x
City of Angles and Approaches
x
Steel city
Iron city
City of bridges
Renaissance city
First gateway
To the west
City of immigrants
City of technology,
Once heavy manufacturing
Collapsed
x
City of
Corporate headquarters
Three wide rivers merge
The Allegheny and the Monongahela
Meet to form
The Ohio
Cargo moves from Pittsburgh
Down the Ohio
To meet the Mississippi
x
City of
Great universities
And hospitals
Expensive housing
While expanding
City of neighborhoods
Old
Entrenched in the best way
And changing
x
City of
Triangular streets
(those three rivers)
Midwest
Meets Appalachia
Mines and mills
Mostly closed
With careers and lives
Changing or still
Like statues without hearts
As well as movement
x
Life must move
This great city moves
My childhood home
I leave and return
Come back, it says
Drive through the tunnels
And behold me
Take the funiculars
Again
Gaze at me from
Mount Washington
I am here
For so many people
I’m here for you
x
C L Couch
x
(on the last day while visiting with family)
x
x
Photo by Meriç Dağlı on Unsplash
x
Such a Church in Louisville, Kentucky
I hope it is still there
The black church I attended Sunday morning
Louisville in 1983
We were the only white folk there
The service went for hours (yes, it did)
And we were made so welcome
I’d like to have stayed for hours more
For Presbyterians, there was a lot of moving
Clapping and the singing was fantastic
Because they meant it
(it was tuneful, too)
The praying must have gone straight to heaven
Having made faithful conduits
Such an ordinary feature
We would have more meetings
Take our leave and go our separate ways
But we were together, then
Sinews in a toned body of
A holy congregation ‘round the world
When such people meet for such a purpose
Holy, holy, holy
C L Couch
Photo by Akira Hojo on Unsplash
Lent 18
(synthesis)
I romanticize
Apologies for that that
I think we need to give ourselves
A pause
And a chance
For something good
Deserving of so many
Repentance for the rest
Then everyone can have
Color, sound, texture
In life
To have it fully
With safety in
Awareness
There’s more, of course
And that’s all right
Ask not what the heaven’s for
But how is life on
Earth today
C L Couch
Suburbia ved Tranberg på Gjøvik
Øyvind Holmstad – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48486425
Lent 17
(city life)
Then the mouse
Visits the cousin in the city
There is noise
Fantastic noise
From machines and gravelly
Human movement
Friction protesting air
There are scarves and neckties
Inside collar buttons
And closed sleeves
And shoes will never be the same
There is energy in mass
Sometimes it’s a push against
The lack of complementary understanding
There is metal
But there’s metal everywhere
There is plastic that has become
A universal challenge
All forms might matter
All substances invite
All cities are a marvel
And all this only on arrival
C L Couch
Photo by Thomas Habr on Unsplash
Empire State Building, New York, United States
I was in the US for the first time, I have visited all the places and that includes Empire State Building, I’ve been waiting for the sunset 4 hours there, I was freezing but it was worth the shot. Hope you like it.
Lent 16
(village life)
In enclaves
In clusters
We persist
Small-town living yet with
All our senses
We hear the seasons overhead;
Molecules of air
Have time to light on us
There might be swans
Upon the river
Lights under the bandstand
That switch on at night
Having charged by day
Through solar panels
And we might sit
On chairs filigreed in style
Sipping coffee as we like it
In a café set along
A narrow street
Beside a water’s edge
Redolent of all scents
Mostly fair,
Where we might talk
Or simply stop
The moments
Silently using
All we are
We might have work to do
Outside
We will
This could be a day off
Or after chores
Or some time we manage
By our own
An hour we must have
Somewhere inside
C L Couch
Image by Jörg Peter from Pixabay
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