Momentous
(moment, momentary, memento)
The Earth is leaning
We mark the
Solstice
Though we don’t feel the angle
Any more than
We feel our portion of
The arc of Earth
Yet we note things
And there is
Change
To see us through perceptions
To help us grow
Through seasons
As
The seasons
Sleep
Plant
Grow
Sickle then
Sleep again
And so we lean
So we live
So we lean in
To living
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Photo by Christoph Theisinger on Unsplash
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The Glass No Longer Darkly
(for All Souls’ Day)
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I’ve been too busy
With the living,
Not to praise that
Habit
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The dead have frightened me
When they are active
With the living
Like the Twilight Zone episode
That used to scare me,
The one with the telephone line
Fallen against the grave
And the dead calling
A living relative
Or the one in the Old West
With the peddler selling
Magic to bring back
The family members
To the living
In a town
And then charged more
To keep the dead, dead
And they return,
Anyway
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That sounds comic, I suppose
But the dead used to scare me
Not so much now
Experience, I guess
And a constructive belief
In afterlife
And the agenda of their own;
They will be busy,
After
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The sacred and the secular
All Saints’ comes ‘round
It doesn’t have to be so somber
In fact, there will be picnics
By the graves
In Mexico
And elsewhere
Commemoration
Remembrance
By the families
Who know how to love
On either side
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Fotografía de una calavera de azúcar, típica en México.
By Pedro Moga – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22536159
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Prized
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God’s will
I treat it like a puzzle
A mystery
A riddle
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The prize
For being smart enough
For endurance
For cleverness I don’t really possess
Is success and later on
Salvation
I win at last
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Except I think, liturgically,
That the truth is not in me
Or anyone who thinks and contrives
Philosophy this way
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God is not a puzzle
(I like puzzles
and I hope you do)
There is a clarity
Like the still waters
God takes us beside
Willing
To point out the deep parts
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Skywriting isn’t necessary
(relief for Dorothy)
Read the code for life inside the books
Or listen
Listen, anyway
It’s easy
As it’s easy
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There are commandments
There are two prioritized
There is a parable of sheep and goats
(poor goats)
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These are enough
To take us through the day
A season
A life
And should we like to choose
Life after
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Mysticism, symbolism
Are for other verses
So to coin a phrase
That serves the here and now
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That’s all, folks
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Photo by dylan nolte on Unsplash
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Please Pass the Pray
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Welcome home the victims
Heal the victims here
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Quick prayer for those who died
And those who are wounded
And still here
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Something in the house
Or in the car
Aloud or silently
It counts
The most basic ask of intercession
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Like asking God
Be with whoever’s involved
In that emergency
Who are these people?
Someone knows
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What is needed by way of comfort
Or of sutures
Or of passage?
Someone knows
We don’t know
Maybe we don’t have to
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Prayer is involvement
Even anonymous
That works
We may not know the outcomes
That is faith
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Photo by Mikhail Volkov on Unsplash
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Starts with a Story
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On a hazy
Saturday,
We talk about
The past
Long past
How the human genius
And the genius of creation
All ancient
Partnerships
Ask better of us
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Look at the red curve
In Altimira
I think
An arch that goes much further
Than a count
A quota
Even for life
The lives of
Ancient companions
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Red and black
Lines
So much more than
Counting
That have ancient majesty
A thinking of high places
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Pointed Notre-Dame
Or round Saint Paul’s
May rise in tandem with
Ancient siblinghood
Reasons for the hunt
For the migration
After meals
For living
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For living
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The Dawn of Everything by David Graeber, David Wengrow
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Bison in the cave of Altamira.
(image) By Daniel Villafruela. – Own work, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=22778033
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Haunted
I’ve been dealing with a ghost story
It’s on television
But it has me thinking
No wonder Ibsen wrote that play
The ghosts, they come to get us
And they live right here
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PanAmericana 2017 – the image was taken on an overlanding travel from Ushuaia to Anchorage – taken by Thomas Fuhrmann, SnowmanStudios – see more pictures on / mehr Aufnahmen auf www.snowmanstudios.de
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Ashen
In a corner of
Winter-quiet
I have borrowed,
Since everything
Is lent from God
Even the words
Note what we take with us
Nothing but some spirit
And flesh, which will need renewing
I wonder here
In the great gray sky
Or underneath the ashen earth
Or in refugee molecules of
Water, trying to escape
Once the desert rain is done
About what quickens everything
Who decides
How and why
In what is my hope today
My reason
Validation for my purpose
For anyone’s
Anyone who seeks the truth in light
For the darker reasons
Tread another path
They disappear
I do want to go with them
My hope must be in
God who has arrived
Bringing a longer day
And promise of green seasons
coda
I am impatient and unknowing
Unknowing and still impatient
Insight comes in parts
In fits
In gold-hot coals
That want to touch the tongue
There is a price for growth
Sometimes only for
Having another day
Sad assessing,
There it is
It does not count for grace
And considers nothing of
Another’s mercy
We have the day
We have the moment
What shall we do
Why not live
Uncertain of the defining
But having it
A spark if not a prophecy
Is having life reason enough,
You know, it is
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