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Maggs

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Maggs

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Yesterday or recently

(depending on

the rate

at which cop blotters’

notes move on

to general news)

A boy

Who was 7

On a scooter

(child’s fit)

Treading the thing next

To his mother

Was hit by a truck

An NYPD

Tow truck

The driver on his cell phone

When it happened

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This could be the news

Of the day

If we wanted things

This way

Then move on to pestilence

To wider crimes

To war

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(sequel)

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Is there more to say today

Beyond small tragedies

Small hopes

Perhaps

What happens if

Remediation

Anyone who seated at

Any round table

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Good news

That’s strong and wide

And numerous

Throughout the world

We would talk about these

Too

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(d.s. al coda)

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There has to be the larger news

As well

That’s normal

Becoming all the media

In circles

I mean cycles

To see and hear

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But sometimes

We keep it small

A fire here

Some thieving there

Small

Local tragedies

With ads surrounding

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Maybe a fundraiser

For a smaller while

Highlighting

Human need

Addressed

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It’s a mishmash

And

Yes

The larger

Overwhelms the smaller

(the whale that subsumes

the krill)

We might say

The way of the world

And who sets that way

The Earth

God

Or us

Or even us as

God’s

Program directors

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Well

Signing off

Let’s find out

How things might be arranged

To settle heart and head

Into priorities

Of one day to the next

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(now d.c.)

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We must do the things

To do

Address the wicked

Heal the wounded

And remember

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Remember Lewiston

Tree of Life

Parkland

Columbine

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Elevate each spirit

In our minds

That has already gone to God

While our ongoing care

And remembrance

Go on

Here

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And do we learn

Do we get better

Fuller

Sometimes

Sometimes it takes a trend

Some public outrage

Sometimes

Some public mourning

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We can change

We can grow

What is the main thing

What are

Side things

Which is first

Then second

In our lives

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How do we moralize

With wisdom

Restraint

Humbly working it out

As if about

To kneel

Before a divine

Committee

That keeps knocking

That keeps asking

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(30)

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C L Couch

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Photo by Mike Hindle on Unsplash

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First Comes Love

(x = space)

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First Comes Love

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What shall we say

For real

But that God loves us

And would rather

Love us

Even more than judge us

Though there’s judgment, too

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Remember the first one?

It was

That this is good

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4 God saw that the light was good, . . .

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Photo by Meriç Dağlı on Unsplash

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Dance Again

(x = space)

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Dance Again

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What shall I do today?

Well,

There are things

How is your day

So far?

I hope it’s good

You should have a good day

And another

They should string along

Like lights above the porch

Because

There’s a party

An accumulation

Friends

Good food, good things to drunk

When we’re a little tired

We’ll sit

Under the lights

Under a combing of the stars

Pushed closer

Just for us

Your day should promise

All of this

And more, of course

i don’t know exactly what

Is on your list

Or if that matters

Gifts are free

And you should have this day

Like a gift

The cost of grace

Yes, spiritually

Maybe a bit in style

Good things for free

Good day

Good day

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Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

[photographer’s story] Whilst I was taking this picture opposite Saint Paul’s in London, a few people stopped to ask if I was a paparazzi and if I was taking a picture of someone famous. This made me chuckle!

[maybe we could all meet there]

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Secular Benediction

(x = space)

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Secular Benediction

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It’s Friday

And you should have a good day

You deserve it

Yes, because you are

And because

You make it

For yourself

And if circumstance allow

For you and someone else

Or others

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You do

You are

And so this Friday is for you

In all suburban glory

The pub afterward

Or coffee klatch

Or whatever fun and healthy thing

(there are these)

At hand

Or with a small investment

In play

And for the forty hours

Ahead

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And if you don’t have a weekend

Maybe Monday and Tuesday

Shall be yours

There should be laws

Why, there are

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Photo by Bob Chisholm on Unsplash

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Precocity

(x = space)

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Precocity

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God

Help us

Every

One

Even

The bad people

Don’t help them

To be bad

Help them to be good

Instead

You know,

Like in

The Christmas story

Amen

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Photo by Andreas Dress on Unsplash

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snow squalls today

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Second Book of Genesis

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Second Book of Genesis

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God kept saying

That it’s good

Creation’s good

Each day of it

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To be there

Hear the names

Have God speak into our minds

In pre-fall grace

With understanding

There is delight

And faith

In all this

Without they’re being named

Only the day and night

All the animals

Us

And then a time of rest

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If we had been there

If we could have touched their hands

And drawn them back

From the tree

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Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash

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Pray for All the Bad People

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Pray for All the Bad People

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Too often

I don’t like the world

So much

Too much of it is ugly

And dissembling

And there are brutal people

Who would take everything

From everyone else

If they could,

Who would like to hear

What I have just said

About them

x

But I have a moment

Now

The breeze is on me

There is sunshine

Blue inside green trees

Thinking about

The change to autumn

Things don’t have to be so bad

Not everywhere

With everyone

I know there are people

So much better

Than myself

Who would have prayed

For me

And for my attitude

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I can’t collapse

Into a ball

Of self-decided evil

I am not all bad

Or all good

Neither are you

We’re a mixture and we try

There are some who won’t,

I guess

Who see the quantities

As hollow and would prefer

A blank space from which

To self-determine

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Choice is good

I choose to lean toward good

I hope you do

Though I will not decide for you

And must respect your humanity

As I struggle to respect

My own

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They are not

Two sides of a coin

This is not the plain

Of Manichee

Though I think there might be

A garden or such place

In which we may decide

What is what

Who is who

With peace inside

While time waits without

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Choose what you will

There is precedence

I will pray

As you can

As you will

You will pray

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Photo by Eduardo Soares on Unsplash

Brazil

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believe when things are bad

(x = space)

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believe when things are bad

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it’s a naïve message,

I suppose

I thought about it during

Bible study,

which was

about assurance

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an assurance

that things will go bad

even as

a season entered,

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but God is there

and we should be as well

(we should

show up)

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believing is a practice

a practice of

a presence,

Brother Lawrence

might say

in church,

the pastor showed

a picture of

Where’s Waldo?

and I thought

we were

supposed to wonder

where God is

in that;

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but I understand that

God is there,

all over

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and the question is,

Where are we?

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good agnostication

sharp skepticism

I hope

that we have more

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along with

our petitions in the

practice

of the season

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c l couch

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Psalm 121, a psalm of assurance

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Brother Lawrence, The Practice of the Presence of God

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Rainy Water

Photo by sanjiv nayak on Unsplash x

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Antiphon

(x = space)

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Antiphon

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I hope it’s

A good day

You might be at dawn or

Well into tomorrow,

However the sun

And moon

Are moving

One place or another

On the world

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Our count of day

Is relative,

While the actual

Ebb and flow

Of tides and

Of day and night

Move in

Real relationship

Without

Our measure—that’s

The way it is

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And it is good

As I’m hoping for

Your day

To be

Or, in the uncounting

Time of Genesis,

Become

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Groume – Le Cadran de Dalí, uploaded by Paris 17, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=23114485

Cadran solaire de Salvador Dalí sur la façade d’un immeuble de la rue Saint-Jacques, réalisé pour des amis qui y habitaient.

(sundial by Dali)

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