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We Deceive Ourselves

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We Deceive Ourselves

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And the truth is not in us

Self-deception

In the liturgy, because of

Self-righteousness

A belief that we are right and

Good in all things

And that sins committed

Must have been done

By someone else

Or misunderstood

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But there’s another voice

A voice of conscience

The angel on the left shoulder

Pitted against the devil

On the right

(so go the cartoons)

Not subtle or complex

A voice that says

You’re wrong

Not like the critic’s voice

But prodding

In a way that

Doesn’t hurt so much

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Comes in waves

Not the correcting

But the minding

Like the waves we hear

When holding the shell

Next to our ears

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The truth is not in us

We deceive ourselves

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Can we fix this?

Not forever ‘til forever

Though there are mortal measures

If you ever went to Sabbath school

Or heard about goodness

Have read something

Watched something on TV

Or on-line

Without sending anything

(without expectation)

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Then you can write the next part

You may

(me, too)

Without deception

Or deception at a minimum

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C L Couch

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The cited part is from Christian Scripture (1 John 1:8) and the (Catholic, Protestant) service liturgy.

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Photo by Bernd Dittrich on Unsplash

Louvre – Tuileries, Paris, Frankreich

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Deception

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Deception

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A devotional

Means devotion

Means devoted

Attending and obeying

A liege lord

There is one, only one

Who may pull rank

On all of us,

Stewards in the realm

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A king, one king

Call it queen

There might be jesters in

The courts of heaven

Reminding us

That foolish to the world

Is wise

Fools for stewards,

Then

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The world, though,

Might only get angel cacophony

From those who hear

The choirs of heaven

Over the fields

And do not believe

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The shepherds

They are wiser

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C L Couch

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Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

“Electromagnetic Crown”

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Corollary Written Late into the Magic Book

Corollary Written Late into the Magic Book

 

In an ancient chamber,

He was locked to a device

And made to drink a potion;

Then she began

An interrogation

 

His answers were halting,

Brief, and

Unsatisfying

She grew angry, threatened him

With turns of wheels to

Bring down spikes

 

He cried out

He could do no better—

For he had deceived himself so long

That the truth was not in him

To tell,

It having been tried and tried again

For such a time

That finally it fled

 

The eldritch liquid moved inside

As if it dripped into

Another empty vessel

 

She drew back

And thought about

The habitation of the tiger

 

C L Couch

 

 

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