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Tell the Beadle

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Tell the Beadle

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I had church today with friends

Five hundred miles from here,

And I am thankful

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I’m not sure what it means or

How it counts, and I guess mostly

I don’t care

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There was prayer and conversation,

And God was mentioned many

Times and Jesus

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I think if there were an attendance

Book, our names could be

Fairly entered

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As it is, computers have recorded

In theirs pathways our participation so

Cybernetic stars

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The Book of Numbers

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The Book of Numbers

(in pandemic time)

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Lots of twos and ones

Tomorrow

And a zero,

And there could be church:

I think I’d cherish

Learning someone else’s

Story

If in a cyber way

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To understand

How a narrative fits

Into the weaving,

The puzzle

Of the one great story

In which we each

Have a page

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Monochrome

Or colorful

Burnt along the edges,

Gilded for the saints

After all the torn-up

Parts have been

Repaired

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Not a book of judgment

Not a cache of

Clever evidence;

Rather the story of us

In part

And all the rest of us

And God inside, above

With tired angels

Tirelessly binding

Fixing binding

All the time

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Antelope Canyon, United States

Ladder to Nowhere

(reasonable skeptic)

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Counting on God

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Counting on God

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We are in Lent

That like “lente” should mean

Go slowly

(Holy Week might be

“adagio,” I think)

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Lent is a Christian thing

And goes along with

Our preoccupation

For things forty:

Forty years our parents

In the wilderness,

Forty days’ temptation

Between Jesus and the devil,

Angels standing (flying)

By,

Forty days for seasons

There are more

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Four gospel writers

Three angels meet with Sarah

(meet with Abraham)

She laughs with them

Isaac, Rebekah

With two sons

The sons are parted

As father was separated

From brother,

Two traditions started

Eve and Adam

Had two sons as well

One of whom

Need be remembered

On account of murdering,

First murder

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I’m making up the factor

And where is ten?

Ten tribes to the north,

Two to south

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Numbers must be important

There’s a whole book for them

In our traditions

But I stop

Just this side of numerology

Yet remembering, just now

That Arabs gave us numerals;

Before then,

Letters had numeric value

Cf. X, V, I, L, C, and M in Roman

Usage

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Letters as numbers

I think that hurts my brain

What is the number in the name of God,

In the quotient

Or should one multiply?

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We say three in,

But sometimes I must wonder

How many God might be

How many parts and particles

Go into one

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The Loft

(x = space)

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The Loft

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If quiet into night

I send a word or two words

Or more

Through breath,

Then you might hear me

So that we might turn, at last,

Toward each other

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I’d say all prayers are done

Except the kind that praise

And ask for nothing else

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湖州市, 湖州市, 中国

Night View Mountain

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Compass

(x = space)

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Compass

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I hope it’s a good day for you

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You deserve it

And many more good days

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It’s a harsh world

In many places

Though there is goodness, too

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I know this;

I hope you know it, too

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You know, there is this notion

Called democracy, which affirms

The majority

And respects the minority

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It’s a good idea,

An experiment in many places

In the world

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Now we know the trouble as

A virtue comes

When the numbers are too equal

And the country is divided

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I don’t think this happens very often

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But there is hype

And misuse of media

And people ready

To say this is what you think

And act on that behalf

That is not yours

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I’ve let the demons in

Too often

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I think they have a corner

There with maybe a side door

Or at least a tunnel

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There are angels, too

Ready to speak to me

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When I have been good,

I have listened

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Then there are the times

When the demons did not

Have to say anything, for

I was ready for their

Entrance

To take over

All my good intentions

And let ego run instead

Throughout the house

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And mischief,

Not the good kind,

Call it sin

Shall have its way

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God is good

And blesses our food

Though that rhyme is hard

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It’s important that we ask, for

It is not ours to bless

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The request might be enough,

God not one, usually, to

Draw up

A piece of paper

For a deal

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Though there have been precedents:

Moses, for one

And certain prophets’ calls

Toward redemption

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But we are not they;

We ask for affirmation of small things

In which there is salvation

For a lifestyle,

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Not because of word and rock

That are delivered from a mountain

Or ravens

Delivering our meals

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We are who we are, and

We are loved

Even when we’re sure we’re not—

In fact, more so in such times

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It’s not satisfactory, I know;

And who asked for free will,

Anyway?

But while we have it

And we’ll always have it,

Remember that the soul and heart

And mind

Is where it happens, first

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Remember, too, to advocate;

Our model is the

Spirit

Who gathers nothing,

Sometimes only promising a wilderness

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But cares

And loves

As we should care and love

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D. C. al Coda

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Coda

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I hope it is a good day for you;

I’ll pray for this

And, yes, I’ll pray for me as well

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More so, I’ll talk throughout

The day with God

And into night,

Though I have no skill

Or canny insight

Worked uncannily

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I am simply me,

You are you,

And God is God

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Always present,

Not a trick,

Too often beyond—

Specifically for mortals—

Understanding

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Have a care for mischief,

Though sometimes

Things are funny;

And the only thing to call up

Is some laughter

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Laugh with God

Who invented humor

And in a healthy way

With each other

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Quicksilver

(x = space)

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Quicksilver

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O God, our help

Help me now

There is sunshine

I should like it

And be thankful

I should be thinking forward

You know, make a plan

Take a firm step

In a new direction

While respecting

Where we’ve been

Amen

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Bellingham, United States

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No Tricks

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No Tricks

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God help us

God will help us

If we ask

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Though God is not a raven

Or a spider

Or a god who wants

To play immortal pranks

In Asgard

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God is closer to a dragon:

Power contained,

Always ready for release

Of power

Or of learning

Then

Reveal

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Guardian of treasures,

Keeper of wisdom

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What do we want—

What do we want of God?

God is curled up to rest

Or stretched

While flying through the sky

And so much higher

Without need for air

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Would we like to go,

Would we like to ride with God?

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We might have to go through

A mountain,

First,

Or out until we find

A howling island

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Or inside

Our capillaries

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Once there,

Mind your manners

Around dragons

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Valhallas’ Asgard and Midgard peaks seen from north

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The Arrival

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The Arrival

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My people don’t believe

In me,

And I am sad

And I am vengeful—the

Only thing allowed to be

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I shall find them In their lairs

And look for justice,

Any sign of righteousness

Because

I am all mercy as well

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I stay my hand

And also bring it down

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I’d rather they live in paucity

And peace with Earth

And each other,

Leaving the world no worse,

If not better,

When a generation’s

Done with it

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Creation is renewable

As it is sustainable,

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But I have other children;

Here,

I have placed a point

In time

For an arrival

And the last catastrophes

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I wish they would be good,

I wish they would believe,

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I wish that judgment

Perfect in me

Could be a happy process

When all of us are here

At last

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Comet NEOWISE

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Just-So Story

(x = space)

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Just-So Story

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God is like dust upon the floor,

Too easily swept up,

Cast out, forgotten ‘til it

Appears again

And we take it as

Nuisance

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No, it is not God

(bits of God’s creation)

But a metaphor,

Since we so easily ignore something

That is everywhere

So easily ignored

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And move to name detritus,

An inconvenience to

Our just-so lives,

Just so

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Rudyard Kipling wrote Just So Stories.  Note from an English teacher.

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