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Lent 20

Lent 20

 

Where are we now?

Somewhere in a season

Let’s not count

But let slip a moment, here and there

To find a new way

To breathe and not to worry

 

To accept something familiar-feeling

And not be surprised

That something new can feel this way

And, yes, it feels true

 

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Hildegard of Bingen – Hildegard von Bingen: ‘Werk Gottes’ (Codex Latinus 1942 in der Bibliotheca Governativa di Lucca?)., Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1823924

Medieval depiction of a spherical earth with different seasons at the same time (from the book “Liber Divinorum Operum”).

 

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Lent 19

Lent 19

 

And in a Lenten hour

Maybe we’ll get some things

Out of our system

Distractions we can live without

Pursuits that take us nowhere

Things that bother us

That really don’t

So that

 

We can have up front

(or close behind)

What really should be closer

To the mind

The heart

Or anything that prompts the rest of us

To move

What should nick us

Like small cuts

What should we pay attention to

What needs changing

We can change

What we must keep living with

For now

 

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Santeri Viinamäki, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=49408494

Tikkoja heitettynä tikkatauluun.

 

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Lent 18

Lent 18

(synthesis)

 

I romanticize

Apologies for that that

I think we need to give ourselves

A pause

And a chance

For something good

 

Deserving of so many

Repentance for the rest

Then everyone can have

 

Color, sound, texture

In life

To have it fully

With safety in

Awareness

 

There’s more, of course

And that’s all right

Ask not what the heaven’s for

But how is life on

Earth today

 

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Suburbia ved Tranberg på Gjøvik

Øyvind Holmstad – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=48486425

 

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Lent 17

Lent 17

(city life)

 

Then the mouse

Visits the cousin in the city

There is noise

Fantastic noise

From machines and gravelly

Human movement

Friction protesting air

There are scarves and neckties

Inside collar buttons

And closed sleeves

And shoes will never be the same

 

There is energy in mass

Sometimes it’s a push against

The lack of complementary understanding

 

There is metal

But there’s metal everywhere

There is plastic that has become

A universal challenge

 

All forms might matter

All substances invite

All cities are a marvel

And all this only on arrival

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Thomas Habr on Unsplash

Empire State Building, New York, United States

I was in the US for the first time, I have visited all the places and that includes Empire State Building, I’ve been waiting for the sunset 4 hours there, I was freezing but it was worth the shot. Hope you like it.

 

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Lent 16

Lent 16

(village life)

 

In enclaves

In clusters

We persist

Small-town living yet with

All our senses

 

We hear the seasons overhead;

Molecules of air

Have time to light on us

There might be swans

Upon the river

Lights under the bandstand

That switch on at night

Having charged by day

Through solar panels

 

And we might sit

On chairs filigreed in style

Sipping coffee as we like it

In a café set along

A narrow street

Beside a water’s edge

Redolent of all scents

Mostly fair,

 

Where we might talk

Or simply stop

The moments

Silently using

All we are

 

We might have work to do

Outside

We will

This could be a day off

Or after chores

Or some time we manage

By our own

An hour we must have

Somewhere inside

 

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Image by Jörg Peter from Pixabay

 

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Lent 15

Lent 15

 

It is a sight to see

A last cold day in winter

Green is trying

To work its way through

It only looks like moss and lichen

Now

In the south, it’s autumn passing

I think I’d have to be there

Really to get it

Such is my brevity of sight

Only used to sensing northern climes

 

I don’t live in a desert world, either

I’d be just as likely to romanticize

Though it must be hard

 

to live a metaphor

When it strikes the covered face,

Threatening to upend

A breathing life

 

The world is extraordinary

Our world

It’s hard, it’s soft

It gives, it takes away

It inaugurates

It keeps away for good

A mean game

Except that it’s not meant

 

What we shall have here

What gained, what lost

Anything ponderous

Or discrete

Anything at all

 

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gert jan degroot / 66 Images

Pxhere

 

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Lent 14

Lent 14

 

It’s hard not to feel invincible

When we feel invincible

Let’s not blame youth

Those of us in any age

Might forget ourselves

Relying on our defenses

(don’t even think about them)

 

We conquer the world

Forgetting those to either side

Who want more of the same

Or want to live more simply

Not as victims

Not as Alexander, either,

Or Zenobia

 

Live and let live

We might say

But should wonder how there’s such a choice

When no one is a planet

 

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PlanetUser – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=45377129

An artist’s rendition of Planet X.

 

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Lent 13

Lent 13

 

We kill them

in New Zealand.

We kill them

in Pittsburgh.

We kill them when we leave

disasters go unplanned.

What is wrong with us

that we must in living

(dying)

ways deny the worth

of each of us

in every moment?

 

There is an answer:

maybe it starts small

within a verdant nucleus

and then another.

And then we make something like

synapse so that

the network of humanity

cannot function in any other way

but connected.

 

C L Couch

 

 

New Zealand Mosque Massacre Live-Streamed

“Let’s get this party started.” Those were the chilling opening lines of a now-viral Facebook live video streamed by the gunman who casually and methodically killed at least 41 people at a mosque in Christchurch, New Zealand Friday. Eight more people died in an attack at another mosque, but it’s unclear if the same gunman was responsible.

 

Split Apple Rock in Abel Tasman National Park, New Zealand

Split_Apple_Rock_Abel_Tasman_National_Park_New_Zealand.jpg: Alexander Klinkderivative work: —kallerna™ – Split_Apple_Rock_Abel_Tasman_National_Park_New_Zealand.jpg, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=6428938

 

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Lent 12

Lent 12

 

The disciples number

A baker’s dozen with Matthias,

An added treat

According to the lot

The dark or the light mark

That selected him

 

But in our story,

There are Marys

To teach us about calling

And a cause

 

The mother of Jesus

The Magdalene who first told of

The second life of Jesus

And was not believed

Mary the mother of disciples

These three count for much

And more

 

Yet often go uncounted

If not in symbol

Then in leadership

 

Who is the disciple

Who is my neighbor

Who shall rule among us

More lots

 

Or let God do the casting

If we notice, we might see

It’s done

Call Mary to be mother

Call Mary to be mother and to keep

Things in her heart

Until a time

 

Call Mary to be testifier

To correct the doubting

And give hope to those who are

Falling, collapsing from inside

 

Terrified, isolated, waiting

For nothing good

To happen anymore

 

Marys offer differing words

Of discipline, inner strength, and

Capability

No other

When other men have run away

 

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File:The Three Marys at the Tomb LACMA

Domenico Piola (Italy, Genoa, 1627-1703)

Italy, 17th-18th century Drawings Brown ink and wash Gift of Mr. and Mrs. Henry Blanke (M.72.124.2) Prints and Drawings

 

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