A Coda for the Hero
A face broken by my pain
Looks down at me
While I fade into unbordered places
All perception rendered into
What will come
Sleep, I hope
And good dreams for a change
And wakefulness to a world
I could never know
Until I come upon it
You’ll be there
And everyone
The everyone I can recall
And so many new to meet and
Love for the first time
C L Couch
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Deconstruction
The sky cries into
Chiseled ground
Wedged open by sin
Up on the hill
The day is night
And love is hate
All things turned over
As a shovel upends soil
To dig a grave
C L Couch
https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/194288171402151308/
Jill Lesoing saved to Meet Me In Montana…
Older Love
It is in the first Christian hymn
Love begotten
As in created
Dropped like ritual paint upon
An unmarked, earthy plank
Moved around in riotous,
Primal aesthetic
Made for pleasure in the universe
Because God knows
It’s not enough minimally
To exist
In the pushing of all things
There must be meaning
Not in gnostic sentences
Trying to spell secrets in the skies
But something all of us can have
Without exotic training
Or supernal
Scrying
Pointers at best
But knowing there’s a reason
Without the heart
Without first favor
Placed over everything that’s made
Or co-made
Well, that pointing will not
Get us there for being
Easily if not covetously
Sideswiped on the way by
Desires and the vicissitudes of
Living without spirit
Rising from the dwelling of the soul in
Each one
We were built, singly and together
One by one and all
We can perceive a universe
And with earnestness take hold
Who we are
Of anything that’s good and sound and loving
You and me embrace
All things ordinarily divine
C L Couch
https://www.wikihow.com/Capture-a-Big-World-in-Small-Sketches
Before
(iambic-ly)
Before the day gets too
Complex,
I’d like to say that
I am grateful for your love
I’ll think it later, too
But now it’s easier in time and wisdom
To remember, all myself,
That I am yours
And after
Then
C L Couch
Good Will
The world is crazy now
Because it’s captured Christmas
But in quiet streets from houses simply lit
Against all garishness and harshness,
It is released again
And is
More so
The ransom of the wise
Of love,
Having been paid
By those who pray and help so much
Illuminating life
Nearly
In secret
C L Couch
https://www.flickr.com/photos/etolane/349044647/
Valentine’s is Tuesday. A day whose origin is in sacrifice and martyrdom. In the pesky chapter of Ephesians, it’s how the role of husbands in marriage is described. Like the role of Jesus to the church, his bride and for whom he gave his life. The saint exchanged messages of love from his prison cell with his followers outside. (Who knows but someone might have been in jail with him.) Red is not for romance but for the color of the final cause. Enjoy the greeting cards—I will—and chocolate. And flowers for an augur of spring in the north. But there are higher things to think of, among them how we love this day. And to the next.
C L Couch
Still Christmas in Berlin
No romance for the moment
Christ child forgotten
In the press of madness and of stirring
Grief
To complement the cowardice in Nice
Undeclared, ununiformed men
Who know no better
Than to render a cause stupid
And larcenous
Stealing life from love
The gospel of the season
That will outlast you
C L Couch
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/19/world/europe/berlin-christmas-market-truck-crash.html?_r=0
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