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Love Rules

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Love Rules

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And what does love say

But

To wait as in

Have patience, to wait

As in readiness to serve

Then serving

Love as a good question

And an impulse,

Love of everything

Except that which is evil,

Which destroys

As in the field

Or in freedom

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Love today, love now

It is the height,

The depth, the middle way

We can come back to it,

Should we need to

Should we lose our way, now

And then

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I mean self-love,

Certainly, but love of others,

Too

Love of partners, love of

Family, of friends

Love of strangers—there’s a

Greek and Christian

Story

About that, while

I imagine everywhere

There is a story about

Entertaining strangers

Who are angels,

Unawares

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So be aware and ready,

And

Love in the mean time

Not because heaven

Says so,

Though it does,

But because it’s the best

Humanity as well—the

Kind we know, even to know

It from

Pushing it down

Get help, get therapy

Read and write it

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For love must be way:

Easy, difficult, wounding

And then healing

Praying

And, yes, planning

Understanding on the inside

To do it on the outside—

Realized in all dimensions

Not weak but weak,

Protected,

Strong on its own

Ready for each day

When there will be joy

Within the labor

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I’ll stop on Poe’s

Favorite sound (made by o-r),

Though here

It’s but a schwa:

Love is small

Love is large

Its power suffuses all

There is none greater

None smaller

Children can manage

So must we all

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C L Couch

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Photo by Magdalena Smolnicka on Unsplash

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Attending

Attending

 

God speaks

Through storm

And through the rising flower

Listen

For the goodness

And, if it has to be, chastisement

Before all love returns or

So it seems

From a place it never left

The human will and mind and spirit

Love of all

Excelling loves

Perfection so near

In moving water and the fire that for now

Is contained

Inside dissolution

Ruin or old age

Waiting for will to turn so that

The paradox

The ears to hear will hear

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash

Comet NEOWISE seen from Rio Rancho in New Mexico, USA.

 

The Funeral of George Floyd

The Funeral of George Floyd

 

I knew a man

Named Jerry who

After a funeral said,

I look at it this way

He’s gone

And I’m still here

His wife tried to shoosh

Him, though I suppose

There was truth in

What he said,

If not the saying of it

 

He’s gone

And we’re still here

Prayers to heaven might

Release him into

Further bliss, so some

Doctrines say

We can do that here for him

 

But all the rest

Is us for us

To take part in a life after

The fact, the death

Of all we could have known

We’ll acknowledge

Even celebrate

Laugh a little

Wish we could laugh a lot

We’re no good at this

 

There is an expression

To choke the life out of it

A program

Or a promise or a pledge

To take it literally

Upon a person

Outside of stagey melodrama

A Darth-Vader move

Is never having been sublime

But move the

Ridiculous to an absurdity

Of evil

 

Might we be

Angry at a funeral?

I think we might

But be sad first

Make crying space

For tears and any keening

Let him go

And never let him go

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by William Rouse on Unsplash

 

Love Notes

Love Notes

(subjects and verbs)

 

What does love say?

It speaks

(not like our first voice in the morning,

though it can be funny)

Sometimes I can’t hear it

Sometimes I don’t want to

 

It speaks through rain,

When there’s sun

It speaks through weather’s extremes

If only to say,

What have you done to me?

 

We’re not stupid

We could hear love, if we wanted to

I could hear love

 

And on a day when it’s convenient,

I guess I do

Though sometimes love has

To hit me on my abstract head,

I am so slow about it

 

I speak, and does it hear?

It speaks, and do I listen?

The world isn’t helping

 

The world is a hateful place just now

Some people try to make it so,

Thinking profit and elections come from this

These are frightened people

One word from you,

And they’d feel better

 

But then there’s listening

Not to mention will

Things that are required of us

The fences we take down

The walls that aren’t protecting anything

 

But I can answer for myself

And hope the best

I’ll try to get it right

Finding what has feathers

In the world

Calming down my own noise

So your astounding silence

When it’s silent

Might speak a library of wisdom

And I might hear the words

Of those who know them for the living

 

And in a hateful world,

You are always something more

You were not invented yesterday

I think I might have heard you in creation

Not to mention procreation

When you’re there, too

 

And your siblings,

Action and accountability,

They often have their say as well

Outshouting our own Herods

In the last

 

Yes, there is hate

I’m already tired of it

You are better

There is anger

You are clearer

There is scorn

You are stronger

There is violence

You are the answer

There is fear

You quiet needless (or the needful) storms

Nothing is stronger on this world or any other

(nothing we’ll take to space is better)

Though many try perversion,

You are a proper peace that will not break

 

Give me something, please

When I ask it

I’ve always been too slow in hearing you

So much for me to understand

 

You’re pervasive

Sometimes we’re tricky

But there is authentication—

When it’s good and true, it’s you

That should be enough

 

There can be contraindications,

Yet we can be smart

Serpents and doves

They say God is you,

But you are not God

A problem with a linking verb

Love can be turned

We could say, then it’s not love

Though cleverness unsuits you

 

It’s simply this

There’s love

And we can have it

Setting down a certain, sadder source of fire

Stepping away from broken glass

Turning down the volume

So there’s more than our voice, declaiming

 

Listen

Pay attention

This is not school, and there won’t be a grade

But only life

Life better off when we invite you

You may settle in

 

(Love hears scoffing)

You think this is dull?

You think love doesn’t excite you?

Then you’ve been getting sex all wrong

And jogging

Working

Cleaning up

Pretty much anything worth doing

You do this life without me

Well, I guess you already know

 

Try something that’s a real challenge

Deceit is too easy

The most difficult is love,

Then it’s easy

(there is a book about it, more than one

good examples there and outside, too

you might know them by name)

You want to use all of you,

You want reward?

I’ll take you on

Yes, you

You’ll find no greater challenge

Or, frankly,

A sweeter and more thorough ever after

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Setyaki Irham on Unsplash

Bandar Lampung, Kota Bandar Lampung, Lampung, Indonesia

 

Soliloquying

Soliloquying

(syllogistic)

 

If God is love

And God is a spirit

Then it might, it should

Follow that love is a spirit

And that a spirit is love

 

There are times when matter

Matters more

The flower on a table

The open door

The favor no one asked for

Nothing for a show except

To say

What we should say

 

Love is a spirit

And in something like eternity

Materials are messages

I don’t know how they rack up

When it’s not a game

Though love should be fun

And sad

And hard, sometimes

 

Remembering to keep it small

Might help,

Remembering

The larger things, too

I guess I’m saying

Not because of me

 

Nonetheless

Spirit and matter

Keep it real

 

C L Couch

 

 

notes

 

John 4:24

God is a Spirit: and they that worship him must worship him in spirit and in truth.

1 John 4:8

He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love.

 

It might be synchronicity, more likely inspiration.  The day before drafting this verse, I was reading Jane Dougherty’s excellent exegesis of two Scripture verses at Jane Dougherty Writes (https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/gospel/).  I so highly recommend her blog (https://janedougherty.wordpress.com/).

 

Photo by Ralf Skirr on Unsplash

 

Ontology

Ontology

 

I don’t know, God

I know you love us

It’s all the rest that can confuse me

Why there is great truth

In nature

We refuse to understand

While we destroy it

Learning nothing but that dollars

Speak not a greater truth

But noisier

So I guess you could say it’s all on us

And we are responsible

But we can also credit you with making us

Why did you do that,

Why are we as we are?

 

We can build

And then tear down

We leave artifacts

That we refuse to learn from

We love clear days

Then smoke them out

With factories and war

Factories to make the war

Viable

Not to mention all the vehicles

We could not pass a law

That says what we make cannot

Destroy us at the same time

Let alone with Earth

I know I go off on things like this

But, really, what’s the point

In planet Earth

If we destroy her?

 

Wisdom is a woman, too,

In a number of traditions

But men are made to ignore women

Treating them like other

Resources

My, don’t they have it wrong

All of it

 

So what’s the answer, God

I’m sure there is an answer

Before it’s all a cynical taking

Climbing on each other toward

An artificial peak

Without wondering what we leave

For children

So they’re left to be like us

Or rebel to find another way

I don’t think I’ll blame them

When they do

 

Maybe our agenda has been

To build another Babel

One structure, one language, one power

Over all the Earth

Determined by us

Goodness, I would hate that

And so would anyone who delights in

Diversity

We made kaleidoscopes

Maybe we should look into them more often

Prismatic colors

Ever-changing order

Not anarchy but beauty in

The light you made

You make

I suppose if we asked to be

People of light

A new adherence to your making and

Your teaching,

Someone would try to pass off some darkness

As the light

Where is your justice, Lord?

We need it and can’t manage it, ourselves

Isn’t there a great mediator, even here

On Earth, among ourselves

Within?

I remember now, it’s love

That I learned in church, even if churches

Forget, hiding agendas instead

Some learn, anyway

And live it so much better than I

These are the ones I need

The ones who live in love

Not perfectly

But persistently

 

We need these people, God

The ones who love

With strength and practicality

Because it’s the better reason

For taking the next step

 

Show us love, Lord

And those who love

The real strength

The foolishness in the world’s eyes

While it digs and flies and wends

Its way toward hell

Each day until the last

But it can’t be for fire of hell

Or fear of it the reason

Love must be embraced

Because it bests fear

Because in the embrace

We see, as sometimes on a clear day

You are there

The God who made us

Allowed the serpent, too

Who gives changes over ages

For all of us to turn our will at last

 

Toward you, into you

Below, above

In better places

And the worst

No peak too high

No pit so deep

But you are there

You gave us will

How about we return it

Using it to do so?

That might be the final irony

You’ve been waiting for

Maybe then we’ll understand

Apocalypse is love

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by sergio souza on Unsplash

 

Surprised by Grace

Surprised by Grace

 

God

I love you

And I wish for

I don’t know

It’s not as if you’re in a lamp

Three wishes?

Not enough

So grant me what you think is best

The million tax-free dollars

Will wait

Unless

Unless

How about some love today

Unbidden, even without

Expectation?

Actually, it happened

Yesterday

Someone brought some

Food, not because

I was in trouble

But because of plenty

And of friendship

That’s love

For a story

Maybe for a

Thousandth night

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by miniformat65 from Pixabay

 

Prismatic

Prismatic

 

How

Is it, God,

That you can love all things?

You can

Your capacity is the ocean

And the stars

With all that swims in both

Your depth is above heaven

Down to hell,

Deeper

We think ourselves so much

We move upon a planet

We are cruel

Sometimes we are kind,

Which shouldn’t have to come

Across

As a surprise

Are you sorry that you gave

The rainbow?

It’s a pledge to keep us here

There might be tests of

Floods, and

Maybe they could tempt you

 

Though I think we have your word,

If anyone

Could keep it

If anyone could stay a hand

Waiting for

What happens next

 

If there’s anything in a

Surprise

 

C L Couch

 

 

photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash

created with garden hosepipe

 

Stuff of Life

Stuff of Life

 

I should say something about love

Because I know

Nothing special

You can read the book as well as I

Write in the margins

Receive advice from those

Who live it closer

It’s not a single set

There are swords as well as feathers

Lions and sheep

Living near each other off the page

In a vision manifest

Somewhere for real

 

For now, nature’s what it is

While we borrow from it flesh and blood and bone

Muscles protecting organs

That will work on and off for a while

Is there love in this?

I think so

Gifts of Earth

Set in motion long ago

With us, we with it, for a time

And we hope longer

 

An existentialist should have her way

This moment, this now

We can count on this

Live on it

Not for wages

But for the working of those organs

As the gift of now

Unbroken moment without contract

Though gratitude would be appropriate

And spices all the rest

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Andy Holmes on Unsplash

 

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