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The Eighth Day

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The Eighth Day

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O God

I exhale your name

That has no name

Nothing catchy

For a slogan

Or a following

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Plain

Supreme

(like pizza)

Simple without cunning

The closest thing to name

Because we need a name

Otherwise

There is no signifier

So that creation

Stands alone

As its own testimony

To our senses

Of the creator

Back of it

Before

Underneath

To carry through

The secrets of the universe

Navigating rings

Of everything that orbits

Or otherwise transports

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God without a name

Who’d rather not have one

Though Moses

Insisted

For his

Sibling people

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God without a name

Vacuum for power

The designer has designed

To share

First with the host

And then for

Nature

Than for the rest of us

Who also need a name

For show

Of praise

Rather than manifest

Through only

Breathing out and breathing in

A life

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Saint James

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Saint James

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That’s good

Now will you add some O-s with me?

That’s gooood

And now

That’s gooooooood

The gospel

The jazz

Making everything

That is

You know

So created

And insinuated

(maybe with

a little slide)

GOOOOOOOOOOD!

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Then we may

In the

Genesis world

With its poets be

Saintly, too,

And who knows

Maybe

(maybe a little whispery

for humility)

gooooooooooood

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saying, singing (playing) “The Creation” by James Weldon Johnson

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. . .

Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That’s good!

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something small series

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something small series

(three parts, that is, three poems)

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For What We Are About to Receive

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Thank you

God

For what is small

For what is easy

To see

To hear

To guess a touch

A taste

And what is left

A smell

In likelihood

Or gentle appreciation

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Flower

Bird

Child

Not to touch

But to leave alone

Unless the touch be necessary

Or requested

Of the thing

Not my agenda

Or the world’s

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Leave the flowers grow

And the birds

And the children

Provide

Teach

Enhance

The opportunities

Hold them

When our own

Release them

To their own

Be thankful for the borrowing

Even beholding

As a work

Of yours

In a museum

Without walls

With working space

And fields for play

The sunshine and the wind

To enhance

The experience

All experience

That’s human

Sanctioned by divine

In the making

And the giving

Thank you

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The Open Gift

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Thank God for something small

Seemingly

Seemingly

Easy to love

As if we had received a gift

For our delight

The flower

Or the bird

Or a child

Given in labor

Pain

And innocence

Returning both perhaps

Charged to our keeping

But here is the gift

A moment for the beauty

And the truth

In our beholding

In what is revealed

From the force

Behind all forces

The presence

We may guess at

And not know

For sure

Thought we know

This moment with

The flower

Bird

Or child

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They are not avatars

They are their own

They are not agendas

Though they are

Naïve messages

Of innocence

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Realistic purity

On Earth

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(part 2 of something small a series)

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The Final Solution

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And now

Praise God

For something small

With song

In appreciation

To adore

Creator

In creation

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For all there is

And isn’t

And should be

(the Quixotic dream)

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Take in the leave

Take in the wind

Take in a stranger

Passing by

In New York City

Millions

Not to see again

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Until our sight

Be perfect

And unbidden

Sighting love

In focus

Blissfully

Agenda-free

Sinless

Indiscriminate

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Find something small

To love it

Even a molecule

Considered

The illustration

From a textbook

Or a website

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Thanks God for protons

And electrons

Neutrons

That have meaning

Though they seem

Without an interest

Of their own

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But they are here

And all the rest

To bind

In gravity

Of love

And willingness

For unity

And one’s own identity

Everything shared

Nothing lost

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Praise God

For something small

That’s you

And me

When you

Love of self

And the other

We delightfully have both

And all the time

One by one

Small part by small part

A miniature greatness

That is set

And to combine

To form out of apocrypha

Or apocalypse

The real thing

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We’ll be there

Won’t we

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(part 3 and probably enough of the something small series)

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The Lonely Makers

(x = space)

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The Lonely Makers

(an accounting for geneses)

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There is God

There is the Spirit

There has been Christ

As we have the story

There is Christ

Before Sarah

In fact

To speak to bring the world

Ex nihilo

Into something

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The world was made in six days

Each day therein

An age

Such as the day of the dinosaur

Or the days of Camelot

Count twenty-four

God could do it

But there was void at first

Then light and dark

How shall one count

In that

Before the world of clocks

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Christ speaks

And all is made

The Spirit moves

Behested to breathe life

After the first

Breath

Into the sky

Over the water

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Abstracts are done

And then

The species

Of the Earth

Come forth

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Creatures

With small spirits

Even

Our own

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Breathed out of dust

To live

To make our way

To make

Our own

Shares in creativity

By will

Because later on

We ask for this

Alone

And alone

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First Comes Love

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First Comes Love

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What shall we say

For real

But that God loves us

And would rather

Love us

Even more than judge us

Though there’s judgment, too

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Remember the first one?

It was

That this is good

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4 God saw that the light was good, . . .

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Join

(x = space)

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Join

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The way a building

Comes together

With everything that fastens

Nails

Glue

Screws and bolts

Certain guns and drills

That drive

The music

And a harmony

Until

Complete

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I don’t mean

Cathedrals built

To music

Who knows about that

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I mean the real noises

We provide

The voices of machines

With our own

Collaborations

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Metaphor

Or three-

Dimensional

The houses goes up

The people

Or some others

If it’s a shelter for

Some animals

Live

Inside

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There is a game

With fingers playing nicely

That emblemize

A steeple

When inside the church

The people

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Join

In building

All good ways

To shelter

All creation

Needing cover

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Create in Me

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Create in Me

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The Spirit of God

Might not

Be inside the tree

But the Spirit

Might dance with the tree

And many trees

From time to time

I don’t know

How things are invested

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The Spirit of God

Might be in the tree

When exigency

Requires

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God is a rock

As a metaphor

But not the real thing

Having made the real thing

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There is that

Burning bush

That burned and didn’t burn

God used

And rearranged

The matter of

The bush in that encounter

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So maybe with the atoms

Of existence

The Lord loves to live beside

God or God’s agents

Asking for

Rearrangements

From time to time

To suit a miracle

A message for

Sixth-day creations

Who can have God inside

Intertwining

Spirits

When desired

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Word Processing

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Word Processing

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In the beginning

There was God with the host

There were earth, darkness, abyss

And water

There were words

To explain

To initiate

Decrees

Then division and formation,

Creation as we know the story

Happened

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Later when the story’s told again,

We will say

Everything was made

With a word

The word could have been gravity

Or love

It was love

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(Einstein is quoted claiming that the greatest force in the universe is not gravity but love.)

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Second Book of Genesis

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Second Book of Genesis

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God kept saying

That it’s good

Creation’s good

Each day of it

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To be there

Hear the names

Have God speak into our minds

In pre-fall grace

With understanding

There is delight

And faith

In all this

Without they’re being named

Only the day and night

All the animals

Us

And then a time of rest

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If we had been there

If we could have touched their hands

And drawn them back

From the tree

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