sometimes nature agrees
and it’s a gray day
upon gray
though I promise you
the sun came out when
my friend had
good news to share
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Good News on a Difficult Day
I turned away
With enough good news
To sustain
Me for an hour or until
The next broadcast
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two brief poems, unrelated (well)
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Spirited
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What shall God
Have for us today?
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A new assignment?
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A day to read up
Instead?
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A list of prayer so long
Indeed
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Indeed
We’ll need the day,
Its focused energy for
Intercessions?
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A day to encounter
Creation
Specially,
To consider all the wonder
And to play?
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Or this day
Might be a day
Like all days
To love God and each other,
Not a suggestion
Or an option
But direction
Limited by human will
Alone
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Though
Admittedly
As people in the world
With
Myriad possibilities
There are days
When it’s hard
Or when it’s easier
To love
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Which might be why
There’s both
Expression
And redemption
Available
At will
All the time
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At the Bottom of the Hour
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Could we do the news
In halves
So that
There’s bad followed by
As much good?
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The readers
And
The ratings
Would be fine
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We sponsor and produce as if
We believe
Good is automatic
While bad
Is creative
And so (bad) more attention-worthy
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Though
The presumption is
Ironically
Disingenuous;
We know
By now
That bad is not
Exceptional
And good could stand more press
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So by halves
Coverage of good and bad
(for some reason
in
the discourse
bad then good),
Well,
It would not be
(hah)
So bad
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The Gospel
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The gospel in a word
Is love
The gospel in a word
Is news
The gospel in two words is
Saving story
The gospel is for you and me
And all of us
Yes, it is
No one is excluded
No matter how we wish it so
We might be disbelieving
When we meet them
Later on
Even then
It is a book of love, after all
A story of salvation
Good news for everyone
No one excluded
No adult swim
No east or west
North or south
Exclusions
I don’t know about a ladies’ night
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How They Carry the Good News
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I’m not sure what I’ll
Write today,
But there will be something
Something about me
And you
God and the whole world,
Which we sing is in
God’s hands
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I suppose an earthquake
Might mean
That something is slipping through
The fingers,
A flood might mean
Too many tears
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The birds might carry news
Carried by the wind,
Another agency
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They hear the talking
In the trees
And what stones say
Between buildings
Some shining,
Some in ruins
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I guess there are words
From all over Earth
While the moon
Sings in response
And the stars
Oscillate their notes as well
For any
Who are listening
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Let those who hear,
May—not
With ears
But with supernal apparatus
That repression
Or suppression might affect
But is with us, still
Too deep, perhaps
Though there is
A law of freedom
That
I’ve heard about
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“How They Carried the Good News from Ghent to Aix” is a poem by Robert Browning.
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At a gymkhana show in Warner Springs. These two make a formidable duo, galloping across the arena and then coming to a sliding stop to make a sharp turn around a pole (out of range to the left). They take my breath away.
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Rescue
The Coast Guard in alliance
With Texas Parks and Wildlife
Rescues six (among these, two
Children) from a sinking ship
Off the shore, out into the
Sea-like water, near Corpus
Christi (a city named for
A savior)
It happened—it really, really
Happened—and it will take
Place again
There is good news
And, somewhere near you
And me, there is good news
As well
Reading The Guardian
I like to read The Guardian
for an outside-USA perspective. (I
like the name, too.) But
today’s Monday-morning headlines
were, I swear, all grim. Even the global
climate accord received political, not
environmental, comment. The only
good news I read about was a promise
from a person not to litigate, not
to sue against unlawful (long and
tortuous) detention at Guantanamo.
I applaud, truly, this one’s
forgiving purpose. But that’s as good
as it got. A withholding of returning
punishment: the avoidance of bad
news from someone being better
than. And so
nothing more?
Why not?
It’s my fault. It’s yours. We must
do good, then do better than to allow
it to become good news. Then (others,
us) we must report the good
that happens, too. As an alternative,
a celebration, and exemplar for all.
I visited my friend in the hospital
just in time to take him home. My
neighbors have launched a mission
website to help the children with
Down’s Syndrome and those who
want the children to have
a child’s life.
There’s some good, becomes good
news. It’s small. Good news is often
small.
My small part as an example’s done.
So now,
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