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Shadrach

Shadrach

 

They traded in vacated virtue

What was left of righteousness

 

Goodness rusted through,

Only a thin semblance, molecules-narrow perhaps,

Which was all right

They decided who could touch them

And how deep

They wouldn’t let me rest a finger

Tied my hands away

And bound my feet

Blindfolded me as well

And did so in a way that, while I could no longer

Move, I still thought I was free

 

I had no skill

I simply wanted to live

God gave me something, maybe

But a yen for freedom is what mattered most

God hurt those who bend the youth inside,

Who masquerade as truth

But mentor lies

 

But, worse, I must ask

That God judge

In perfect love

Remembering all parables

All messages and motives

Manifest

God judge me, too

For collaboration

And anger when the mask burned off

 

C L Couch

 

 

File:Fiery Furnace, Arches National Park.jpg – Wikimedia Commons

 

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Agapāte

Agapāte

 

Yesterday was a pretty day, you know

I took a step outside and breathed

The air was warm and cool and good

My neighbor passed by,

And we talked about the start of winter,

Which might have been at that moment

It could stay this way, we posited

With no power over seasons

 

In the south, I know it’s summer

We might think that’s wrongway

 

From there, we are the backward time

Turvy-topsy, as it were

I hope it’s a good summer

I hope we have a decent winter

In all the midland places

And extremes

I have no idea what we deserve

Thank goodness better love

Doesn’t count that way

 

C L Couch

 

 

Wild0ne / 269 images

https://pixabay.com/en/drop-wet-h2o-icicle-clean-cold-3065629/

 

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Something for Tomorrow

Something for Tomorrow

 

Some things are pithy

Some things are brazen

Some things are refined

Some wisdom is succinct

(though philosophy is not)

 

Don’t cry into your beer

Unless you want the taste;

Spitting into the wind

(as Croce advises)

Has the same problem with

A taste of something awry

(and maybe disgusting)

 

Love as if it were tomorrow

A gift set on your step today;

Find the joy,

If any joy be had

 

Endurance, if that’s all there is to have

Time is a possibility

(and love always a reminder)

 

C L Couch

 

 

https://pxhere.com/en/photo/789929

CC Public Domain

 

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New Year

New Year

(first day in Advent)

 

Lord, I love you

But sometimes

You make things so hard

I’m not saying life can’t have

Its sharpness

We all get cut from time to tome

There are always to stanch the bleeding

But

It hurts each time

And some hurts, well, keep on hurting

Damaged nerves

Wounded organs

Burdens in the blood

I guess I’m complaining

What could I ask for?

Most anodynes aren’t real

And aren’t cheap

And I am not a boy in a cave

Who found a magic lamp

And you are not a genie

 

Some help, please—

Are you listening?

 

I am

You had me at I love you

 

C L Couch

 

 

note

in case you’re counting, which is a point for seasons, Advent starts Sunday 2 December; for the Christian church, Advent starts the new year

 

at A Good Morning Café, Los Altos, California (USA)

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One Word

One Word

 

If I don’t say it often enough,

Then let me say it now

It is the reason for the rest

 

The first

The last

And most words in between

 

If you think and feel the same, that’s fine

In fact, fantastic

And amazing

 

As long as you don’t see this as a challenge

It’s not

I hesitate an invitation

And I’m not a gadfly

(not anymore)

 

Love

That’s it

In case there never is another word

 

C L Couch

 

 

http://wallpaperweb.org/wallpaper/development/urban-wall-crack_10984.htm

 

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A Coda for the Hero

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

 

 

9/11 Photos, Creative Commons 2.0

https://americanlegalnews.com/hero-fbi-agents-and-first-responders-sick-and-dying-from-9-11-exposure/

 

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Deconstruction

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

 

 

crosses Montana

https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/194288171402151308/

Jill Lesoing saved to Meet Me In Montana…

 

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Older Love

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

 

 

big world small sketch

https://www.wikihow.com/Capture-a-Big-World-in-Small-Sketches

 

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Before

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

 

love image

https://markmanson.net/love

 

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