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On the First Day

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On the First Day

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Ash Wednesday

Let’s have ash

Upon our foreheads

Crosses that will smudge

And that’s all right

Throughout

The day into

The evening

For the season

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We say it’s for remembrance

Of death

And our mortality

But our foreheads are warm

There’s temperature beneath

And all the little crosses

Bearing small,

Smudged,

And living

Testimony

Everywhere

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Not bad for evangelism

Contraindicated for a show

Rather a story of

Black, loving humility

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C L Couch

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Photo by Taylor Flowe on Unsplash

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Humility Blues

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Humility Blues

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(verse)

Virtue’s gone away

Vanity is here to stay

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(chorus)

O, Christians, I got the

Humility blues

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(verse)

Cool cats keep it humble

Don’t want to rumble, stumble

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(chorus)

O, Christians, I got the

Humility blues

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(bridge)

Vanity’s a bummer

Winter, fall, or summer

Wake up into spring

Humility’s the thing

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(one more time)

Cool cats keep it humble

Don’t want to rumble, stumble

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(bring it home)

O, people,

We got the humility blues

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C L Couch

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(I misread the title to something as “Humility Blues”—what the title was supposed to be I can’t recall)

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Photo by Drew Beamer on Unsplash

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Peace Talk

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Peace Talk

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What does God demand?

We say humility

In walking

That sounds good

We could let go our weapons

And the meanness

On our faces

And go our way

Not as if

Everyone’s our friend

But that the world

And the world’s God

Anticipates

Agendas,

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Don’t make a face

That gets you beat

Or killed

And with a face

That says that, should we meet,

It might go all right

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The thing is

And I guess you know

This is a rule

First for the strong

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C L Couch

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Micah 6:8

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Photo by Timothy Barlin on Unsplash

(nice face)

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Humilitas

Humilitas

 

And does he have the shoulders

For the world, and shall

We place a wheel and turtle

Under him as well

Maybe add a hazelnut

The world on an axis,

On a pin

Where angels dance

And wait for orders

To Megiddo and apocalypse

 

And is everything so fragile

A speck of virus brings us down

Remembering that vanity

Leads us to the feet of Ozymandias

One day

Maybe today

 

And should Atlas need some help

Before his feet have slipped

And all the foundation

Maybe what we have in orbit

Could help

If not, we might also

Ask what we are doing there

 

I’ve left off

The marks, signs

Of use and abuse,

Because they stand

As statement, too

There is a quality should save us,

If we understand

Its works

It doesn’t mean stop everything

Or ball up into fetal uselessness

In fact, it calls for greater

Energy and effort

That simply will not pay

The same

 

But will save the fragile, spinning Earth

Of us

And all we’ve done to

Knock it off its pinions

And platforms

And should it have a course

To meet faces of other worlds

And the face of God,

Should all or any have us

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Chin-Up on Rings

 

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