at 3
if around this itme
I should hear
behind me
through the window and the wall
sounds
steam and protest
from large tires on the street
I can’t help but think of autumn
and of yellow
the schoolbus that’s allowed
to pass and
when
need
be
stop traffic on its own
pleasing
instruction
and associative
announcing
school
and now the end of school
the day’s
accomplishments
while
we might not be done but if we’re children
are
sense of release
from
well
release
and now to use our legs or our own wheels
if we need them
to go to
honestly
to
snacks
and thinking or not thinking about
about what’s next
before the yellow truck with
seats
should
pick us up
again
too early for the new day
of a new day
the final journey for the 180 year
the start-up healthy
wheezing trip
in
August of
a year
we say in this context
must be
new
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Miami, FL, USA
(x = space)
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Briefly, the Apocalypse
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The circle won’t be broken
Angels will hold
The breaking places
‘Til we get there
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We’ll keep the world together
Until an ending that is proper
Appropriate for
New heaven and
New Earth
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Photo by bhuvanesh gupta on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Thirty Means End of Story
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How will it end
We do not know
What happens next
We have great lore
And supposition
We have stories
Of returns
We should believe them
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(not years—thirty is or used to be a sign in journalism)
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Photo by Rishabh Sharma on Unsplash
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The Final Countdown
And if we remember
Anything,
Let’s remember
God is love
Even inside the pit
Whose floor no one
Above has found
God is not only
On the floor but also
Underneath,
Propping up the Earth
Until all prisoners
Are released
Until the harrowing
Is done
Until what remains in hell
Is nothingness,
Defeat
The devil without a job
Receives an invitation
To go above,
Below
Wherever devils
Have met with God
Before
No victory lap
No dumping Gatorade
The winner loves the loser
There is a reckoning
And everything
Has mattered
This is no rehearsal
And it can mean something
If not all
For God to offer
To the devil
Forgiveness on the way
To freedom
Knowing such
Practiced usurpation
Could turn it down
Remain there, alone
Waiting for a
Final confrontation,
Reading
And misquoting Scripture
All this time
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The End Is Near
The Earth has four billion years already
Only one billion remains
Our star will expand one day
(well, over an eon)
And finally we will lose the light
Some say it’s tomorrow
Or later on today
(after tea, I hope)
Some engender crime and madness
Pray for it, vote for it in others
If we make it bad enough
The Lord will come to sort it out
After all, aren’t we right
To invoke a
God?
God might have other plans
We know God does
God gave us the notion in the first place
Of the notion
That a plan sometimes is good
But don’t program the
Spirit of the
Lord
The
Savior’s not for turning
Not for the to-do list of some kind
Of faithful
We should do well
We should do good
Is that so hard?
Evil done for good is, well,
You know
And that’s crazy thinking
More so to enact
Thomas Becket knew
Joan d’Arc, too
Listening for God
To follow through
Is mad enough
For virtue
The end is near for valorous
Much better
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The Passion of Joan of Arc, 1928
I hope it is a holiday of blessings for you, regardless of tradition or having no tradition. It’s a time when at least we speak to peace on Earth, which means more people think about it, if only in reaction. And reactive thought can realized in action.
I’m still dealing with new pain, and I hardly sleep at night (from old pain and the new). I’m sorry, this makes me less communicative than I’d so much like to be. I’m trying some new medication. Maybe that will provide enough amelioration.
I wish and pray for you a Merry Christmas, leading to the start of what will be a Happy New Year.
Christopher
Let Earth
(end of Advent, Christmas Eve or Christmas day, or, you know, anytime)
And where is joy?
It’s here
Depending on your mood
Or how you’re treated
How you treat someone else
You may not see it
The wrong ones will not pay attention
The ones who are wronged will
Because they must
It often goes this way
With wisdom to
Make a choice,
A pledge to difference
If you can,
In all moods choose joy
If you can’t, maybe joy will find you
If not, we’ll have to wait
Endure
‘Til there is allowance
And recourse
Sorry if that’s hollow
Everything cannot be fixed
In a day
A year
And not a moment
But where is joy?
It’s here
If within opacity like crystals in
The tube of a kaleidoscope
But made of a magic kind of gem that
Someday must crash through
Into release
A new promise of day
Without involvement of the persecutor
With unbound chances
To live openly and well
A day of birth
Such as this one
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Red Sky at Night
Retiring into the deep
Colors of the day
We come to the end
When light must give
Way to night
We sigh and with
Misty breath, exhale
Into the coming dark
No more arguments
To make against the
Day
Maybe a farmer’s
Understanding, for
There are evening
Laborers
Whose cycle will
Reverse the colors
Sorry, perhaps, for
Those who cannot
Read the final
Message in the dusk
Of dying day
Well, look to new hues
In the tellings that
Arrive, whenever
Daytime and
Nighttime meet, alive
haiku and prose(story)-poem
There is no war here
For those who warred have fallen
Heaven realm’s justice
The war in heaven is long. This is a surprise. It is a surprise to feel that way. How can one feel something’s long in an eternal place? Michael looks up, feeling tired and never feeling tired. Michael knows those fallen to either side. Michael knows them all. Michael has known all the host for an ageless time. Gabriel will be the one to tell, as Gabriel before and every time tells everything to all who hear. War outside of Eden rages, though who wins is understood. The end of war is known.
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