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What We Can Give

What We Can Give

(and following)

 

Grace to you

And mercy

Though I cannot dispense them

(even mercy is borrowed)

I am not the source

 

And not to splinter things too fine,

Neither I think are you

But we know the one is

Source and giver,

Who releases memory to us

Of past performance

And of gratitude

 

As a surrogate, I can offer blessing

(so can you)

Though it is not mine (not ours)

To award

But mercy we can show

Maybe not as miracle

But hard work can come across

Splendidly,

Especially without invoice

There’s grace in that

 

 

Grace Act II

 

And now, the sequel

We can give grace

Our own kind

A human sort that is not

Of the Spirit

But which it approves

 

A love that doesn’t

Think of it as gift

Nothing to consider on

The page

But that which cuts through mysteries

To ponder,

Nighttime, candlelit considerations

No, in this light of day

We don’t deliberate the question

Simply provide the act

In, you know, action

That, aside, is enough of an answer

 

Maybe we own our kind of mercy

As well

 

C L Couch

 

 

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“music in the air”

 

Maybe I’m Not Human

Maybe I’m Not Human

 

Don’t listen to me

I am woman

What do I know

 

Please vote in place of me

Rule me in a democracy

Of one in which

I’m other

 

Am I human

Sometimes I must wonder

I should read up on this*

 

In the mean time,

I plot my course from

Ignominy

For, really,

How could I make my way without

You

 

Okay, now the nightmare’s over

I will make it so

Hear me howl across the ages into

Modern reckoning

I am here

I know

I love you

Now be with me

And let me be

 

*Dorothy Sayers was once asked in outrageous sincerity to pen an essay to the question “Are Women Human?”  She wrote, planting her tongue in her cheek and opening up her brilliant mind.  The title is eponymous of the question.  Please read the essay.  It’s good.

 

C L Couch

 

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2017/oct/07/womens-rights-are-on-the-retreat-yet-again-why?utm_source=esp&utm_medium=Email&utm_campaign=GU+Today+USA+-+Collections+2017&utm_term=247138&subid=16706344&CMP=GT_US_collection

C is for Chorus

C is for Chorus

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Human players are tragic:

Even in our comedies, vicious

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

What we see can blind, but

Unlike Oedipus can’t self-maim

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Our role is comment for you

Who attend our seeing-place

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Like Antigone, we’re horrified

In forsaking our heroic dead

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

Cynics abandon Parnassus;

We will stay, the human voice

 

We bend our knee to no one;

No one surrenders to us

 

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