Now the Fifth of July
(in the USA and everywhere that has the day)
Now it matters
The purpose of the fireworks
And picnics
After the celebration
And we hope the
Cleaning up
The life begins
That matters
Because it’s every day
It might not have ribbons floating
Over
Celebrations
It might not afford
Much by way of
Worldly excitement
Being
You know
Ordinary
But here it is
And here’s the test
Which is all right
Because
It’s all the same
We fail to live
We fail
After all
We choose to live
And bless the every day
We have a chance for
A nation
And a world
C L Couch
Photo by Norbert Braun on Unsplash
Bible Angels
If I were in a market place
Four thousand years ago
And an angel came to me,
Would I laugh as Sarah laughed?
It would be understandable
We try it now
In comedies
Sometimes in melodrama
But it’s a tragedy of belief to have
The recognition come too late,
And so it never does
Tell Sodom and Gomorrah
And days before the rain
That meant the ark
Must be sealed
I’m sorry, but sometimes
There’s providence in this
But after rain
I have an angel on my shoulder
A miracle in my pocket
And King Jesus is my all
So that when I sing it
Sing it, too
There’s a
Choral host somewhere
Joining in
It was an angel, ordered
Painting red the lintels
Who lived inside the clouds
And pillars of fire by night
They bear news
It isn’t always good
Fear not
Have faith
We are nothing but the thing with feathers
Inside there is nothing but
The will of God
We warred in heaven
Tempered is the remnant
Choice assignments
Sometimes we act with tears
We all know why
There are lamentations
We will cry the end
We’ve been there
And cry once more for joy
In what is found afterward
For our keeping
C L Couch
“Hope” is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul . . .
Emily Dickinson
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