a moment in devotion
God
I love you
I can say it
into a quiet moment
in the hope
of food
reception
by an angel
who might convey the message
there
and then
something
returning
maybe the same words
or something else
an assignment
should I wish
to accept it
though the angels do not stutter
over approval
and then
to act it out
except for the third
that fell
or are falling now
while working wile
responding
to a campaign
and a plan
below it all
from the one
who’s fallen
and will keep falling
who cannot stop
on nothingness
the moment
of my love
maybe my fear
in how I’ve fallen
in a metaphor
for doctrine
though the fear
is real
enough
come save me
if you will
I cannot fall alone
for faith
or for an angel
you might send me
so I live
to say
and live
the love
with which you made
the Earth
and even chasms
with the landing place
the catching place
below
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photo by Vickey Goh on Unsplash
Science News
I write in quiet, almost
in secret, based
on a news story about
our arctic ice
we have less of it now
because the Earth
is warmed
in response,
there will be cloud cover
widening to blanket
all our works and
worlds,
which will then be
colder, the frigid air
of a new ice age
that, in
fact, we will
have ushered in
front seats to
a winter’s theatre;
is nature vengeful, we
might ask—and
we may not live
to know,
which is why I like to
keep it silent,
as it really shouldn’t
know our
plans consorting newly
with
the cosmos;
nature there and
here—I
am certain they send
messages to
each other,
while we float on
unrest
inside the heavens
(9/20/16)
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