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a review of doubt (2 poems)

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Faith for All

so much to bear

(x = space)

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so much to bear

(Advent 3)

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white candle lit among the read

where I attended

pink candle among the blue

or purple

elsewhere

or four white

or five

or whatever combination

serves

three candles now

four for Sundays

then the fifth pillar for

the birth of Christ

x

we love

our small flames

they are romantic

they bring us close to

see

to feel

small heat

grand symbols

the joy being close

Christ is born

to save the world

remembering verse seventeen

after sixteen

protested in the games

x

incarnate

incarnadine in poetry

and in fleshly Bethlehem

that might or might not be

accessible

because of war

or

who knows

issues regarding

ownership

x

the birth is also

inside

the spark of faith

breathing

as at birth

born again

we say

x

Eve restored

Adam

wandering

may cease

knowing who he is

at last

for there is another

showing the way

for masculine

and feminine

for fully human

taught with the help

fully divine

x

prophecy says so

but we carry

prophecy inside

as well

let everything

burn three times

in remembrance

in faith

renewed

extinguish

and turn out

take them with you

x

Angels we have heard on high

we have heard the angels

they are in the sky

x

no wonder

for the wonder

we should be afraid

and the first thing that they tell us is

don’t be afraid

don’t worry

we are here with good news

our assignment

telling Mary

telling Joseph

telling you

that the child is born

at last

for all the prophecy

so that both might grow

and everything

into completion

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(the third Advent candle for the third Sunday is often associated with joy; this candle is lit also to recognize the shepherds who heard the news from angels and journeyed, then, to Bethlehem)

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photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash

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Hills

(x = space)

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Hills

x

The hills roll on

Our wheels

Over them

While in the wagons ride

Our beating hearts

And hopeful

Heads

For visioning

x

It is a caravan

Perhaps

While we stop

Now and then

For swapping stories

How it’s going

Checking

Wheels and harnesses

How are our victuals

Holding out

Against a destination

Once the hills

Should cease

And we are on the plain

Then stopping

Standing

By a sea of judgment

And also

All our joy

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Photo by Randy Fath on Unsplash

“Joe on the way home…”

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Consider It All Joy

(x = space)

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Consider It All Joy

x

Let the outside

Be awful

If it must

For princes of the world

Might have their own way

There

(not letting

princesses rise

by the way)

If only

There

x

Be good on the inside

Your own realm

Where you have willed

Let in

Avowed

God to rule

While you serve God

Servant

Steward before monarch

Even when pressed

Persecuted

Outside

Sigh

Sometimes devilishly

On the inside, too

x

Consider it all joy

The paradox of life and death

And resurrection

Final joy

Complete

And unrelenting

Even

In new tasks

Assignments from

A celestial magisterium

Or shall we say

The will beneath the crown

Of the Lord

x

Doing what God says

Because

The glass is clear and

We can hear

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Consider it all joy when we must have trials, knowing that this testing of our faith makes endurance.  And let endurance be complete even by trials so that we are whole, lacking nothing that we really need especially inside.

James 1:2-4 (paraphrased a little)

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Photo by Sam Mgrdichian on Unsplash

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Devilry

(x = space)

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Devilry

(the passing mischief)

x

I suppose the devil

Is after me

In a suburban way

After you, too,

I imagine

Maybe there’s a strategy

Maybe the strategy

Is chaos

Lack of plan

To ruin all the plans

x

Temptation, certainly

And also despair

A bright life

Too bright

To cover all the rest

The real pain

The real faith

To get us through

x

The real hope

That’s in the jar

After all the evils

Have escaped

That move around

Outside

And try to set up

House or shop

Church or

Place of work

Lanes of traffic

Bars

Or at the store

x

More so the aim

To find a place inside

To take our rest

And better

Resolutions

x

It’s not a grand

Or grandiose

Establishment,

A studio

With garish sets

Ringed

By biggish cameras

Managed

By phantoms

x

It might look like

The nicest place

We know

Only off in ways

We can identify

Should we be ready

And aware

If only of ourselves,

Our close-in loves

x

Deviation

Hell

The hell of it

Is that it is a trick

As all the stories say

The diabolical

Looks like everything

And is

Nothing

Maybe sound and fury

For a while

‘Til the ending

As the better stories

Say

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Give in

Or not

It seems easy, I suppose

The wider path

The golden opportunities

The promise of

A winning ticket

While the other way

Purportedly

Is narrow

But certainly accessible

And it gets wider,

Wide enough

For two or more

x

Not to moralize

But moralize

One way is always easy

Joyless

But easy

The other way gets hard

But promises

The peace, we know,

That passes

Understanding

x

Though we always

Understand enough

For the

Irascibility

(and ability)

Of will

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Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash

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Hebrews 12

(x = space)

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Hebrews 12

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it’s all right to run a race

it’s all right to win

it’s all right not to win,

which happens to most

in the experience

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it’s all right to want a prize

running a race is hard

not to mention training

and practicing

your prize is in heaven

might not sound good enough

not satisfying

but it’s true

there is a prize for each of us

for all of us

by heaven

x

keep running

yes, with discipline

also with rest

and if possible

with joy,

Mister Liddell

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C L Couch

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(photo by) KarlGaff – own work, CC BY 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=113379539

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Everything Is Listening

(x = space)

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Everything Is Listening

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It is a fallen world:

Fallen people,

Fallen nature,

Maybe primal good

As in

Genesis

Until the fruit is eaten

Then everything is

Changed

x

What kind of universe

Allows such a fall

From the marrow

To the skin

And in the air

The slough above the skin?

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A universe that’s made

With allowance

From its maker

x

Everything made

Real

With real alternatives,

Real consequences

x

Real joy

x

Real loss

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The chance for one thing

Or the other;

Chance matters

Choice matters more

x

What we choose

Moves the Earth,

Maybe heaven

A little

x

Heaven malleable enough

For a third

To fall away,

The Earth more so

Affected by our choices

Mortal

Inside mortality

x

Save the Earth,

Save each other:

This can be done

With faith

And better choices

After faith

x

We believe—help

Our unbelief

x

What shall we say?

What shall we do?

How shall we live?

x

We are fallen;

Our choices mingle

With the dust

Of ages;

We have an age,

This age

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We have flaws

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We have hope

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We know a better way

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The prophets and the angels

Tell us

Of repentance

And good news

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C L Couch

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Photo by Mohsen Samimi on Unsplash

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