sabbath call
and Sunday is for God to rest
or how you count
could be
another day
the seventh
and I just heard it might be only once
for God
after creating
and
thus also
a model for the rest of us
once here to take that seventh day
ourselves and by directive
slowly
breathe
and without doubt
to
rest
and
well
I hope it’s God and us who rest
each time
since creating is a constant
and should not the breath of God
go easy for God
too
at
times
say
once a week
c l couch
photo by Frankie Cordoba on Unsplash
The Originals
We create and re-create
We must do this,
I think
The way animals return
To reproduce
It’s close work and
Intimate
Actions in a studio
Or on the line
What might tragedy encourage
Into making
Or a comedy?
I’m not saying it’s a law
It’s not
Sometimes a commission
Even patronage
Sometimes, though, merely
A happy accident,
As is said but really happens
Call it invention
Or an invention
Making and remaking
What is made a complement
And compliment
To a living and a breathing
Sometimes fierce, sometimes
Fanciful
Planet Earth
With places in the cosmos
When we’re ready
Though we’ll probably
Leave too soon
To find the faces
That have been
Quietly challenging
Wizening with age
Maybe waiting
For the far more mortal
Upstart young
To launch
To find our way to you
C L Couch
“Painting the Summer”
After a Kind of Rain
There is hope
While there is good
We don’t even have to know
It’s more than half
We only need to catch a gleam
In the morass of kidnapped night
That better roles have
Abrogated
That was, I think, the war
In heaven
And if the hopeful glint
Is not in evidence
On the field or in a corner
In case our spirits are abducted, too
In the metaphor, we can close
Our eyes and in a better
Darkness recall
The light,
Which lifts the cause for metaphor
And story
More poetry, more narrative
We need more, we must have more
In case so much depends upon
By all means, this is not a call
For this
There is so much around
Barely a kick will stir it up from
Dulling dust
Or here’s a thought:
Create
Co-create
Strike an agreement with a muse
A long-term contract
Don’t worry
She awaits
With clarity even within
The rolls of night
Even before the end of
Stormy weather
Over one plain or another
C L Couch
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Lahore
Psalm 51
(one more song)
Create in me
A clean heart,
O God
And renew
A right spirit
Within me
Cast me not
Away from thy
Presence
And take not
Thy holy spirit
From me
Transliteration
And some remembrance
My favorite part
Of psalms
We number at
One hundred fifty,
Paradox in fame
And intimacy
This are teaching,
Which means
Learning
We need God
For new creation
To point to
Art
That in practice
Becomes science
I need God for more
And cannot
Question merit;
Good work matters
But grace invites
Salvation
The chamber
Of my soul
Has many parts
Open for
Parousia
I don’t know how
Spirit of God
Invests
And infiltrates
But my soul will take
Arriving,
When a spark of you
Is born in me
C L Couch
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