2 poems about the day
Fish Fry
(check the shape of stanza'd, ichthus undulation)
Friday
Fry day
Fish fry day
At the Catholic church
For penance
I suppose
Though the is
So much
One can’t complain
Of abstemious devotion
And the money
Should go somewhere
Good
And we Protestants
Can enjoy that
Too
Should we think on it
While crunching into fish with
Whatever else
Is
Provided
Yay
Catholics
Thank you for
This weekend treat
You all
Have
A great weekend
Too
After all the cooking
(the worry over getting
burned
while frying)
And all the cleaning
That frankly
We did not
Have to do
Though when it’s our turn with
A rummage sale
We’ll clean up
Afterward
For you
Thirteen O’Phobia
Today is Friday
A thirteenth
Sorry to
Triskaidekaphobes
Watch out
Black cats
They’ll be avoiding you
Which now I think it
Might be the quite suitable
Arrangement
And ladders
Mirrors
Sidewalk
Cracks
Salt containers
All the things that make
This day less
Amenable
And it’s the number
Generally
As well
The lack of such in buildings
Even
Now
And what was it
Crucifixion on a Friday
Or the barbaric
Gory dissolution of the Templars
On a Friday
Thirteenth
Early in the fourteenth century
(1307
look
another thirteen)
And Judas killed himself
Maybe on that
Friday
Being the thirteenth disciple
(once removed)
In some lore
But for me
And maybe I should apologize
I often
Find
The day goes very well
Which might be
Determination
Or
Luck
Half-Irish luck
For my mother’s family
While on my father’s
Side
There are the English
Who most likely
Do not care
About the day and
Date
As long as the flag is flying
Somewhere in a
Time zone
Over Earth
C L Couch
(9/13/2024)
Photo by Zoltan Tasi on Unsplash
Matthias, Paul, Judas—who is the thirteenth disciple/Apostle? (Rhetorical question--depends on whose tradition's answering.)
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The Dark Crystal
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I simply thought of glass
A piece of glass
Dark purple or some such
Through which to see
Thus darkly
That
Like the shadows in the cave
Is all we get
For now
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But Saint Paul
Might have meant
A mirror
For a glass
As it were
A looking glass
That has those dots of age
All around
And in the middle
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We try to see ourselves
We can’t
Maybe when we’ve grown so far
No
Not even then
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The glass is cleared
At last
By faith and love
And maybe transformation
So that maybe
We are ready
With new eyes
More than our senses
Or clarified
So that
All things look new
In truth
Discovery
And life
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C L Couch
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1 Corinthians 13:12
12 For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
King James Version
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Photo by Pawel Czerwinski on Unsplash
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Eligibility Requirements
James 1:22-27
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What does the Lord
Ask of us?
Many things, I think
That Noah build an ark
That Abraham sacrifice
His son upon an altar
Made for animals
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That Rahab should save
The spies of Israel
In Canaan
That Mary should conceive
Without her affianced
And then give birth
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That Cain should confess
That sinners should confess
That we should be
Doers and not hearers only
Of the word
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That we should seek justice
And do justice
That we should love God
And each other
Be generous with enemies
With material and with prayer
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I’d like to say it’s easy
As salvation is
Through grace
And belief
But frankly it’s the start
Of a grown-up life of faith
In which there should be joy
And humor, too,
And if there isn’t
Then we have been told
In someone’s catechism
Something wrong
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C L Couch
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James is a brief, epistolary work in the Christian New Testament.
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“I am from Ukraine, there is a war going on in my country now. Your help is more important than ever.”
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