By Design
And
Yes
The wars go on
And nature matches us
For blood
If not intent
While nature
Is indifferent
But our
Destruction’s will
And
You know
That’s it
It’s will
And will you not
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a little chappy-book of poems
Anyday Fog
Fog
Fog today
A Dickensian lesson
(get started
on Bleak House)
To know
That like the existence
And the movement of the fog
There is connection
Between all of us
Regardless of economy
Or privilege
Or barriers
Presumed
That as far as the single race goes on
Do not stand
Aloof
We are connected
That is the way of things
Do not forget
But relish in it
The reality
And all the possibilities
Together
Or stay apart
Behind our barriers
So-called
To let the fog move
Inimically
Exuding fear and guilt
As we forbid ourselves from
Seeing
(without eyes)
And acknowledging each other
The fog connection
Irony
For there it is
Well
Then let
The better lesson of
The real thing
To a greater thing
Take over
All our humanhood
That should lower unnecessary things
In the way
Then let in
The light
(more than light)
Too Easy
Blindness
Blindness chosen
Not the sense
But the lifestyle
Even
A cause
That in the dark
We shall strike
And have our way
Forgetting
(among other things)
The anthologized
“Dover Beach” that
First-year students
Are foisted
To read
With the “ignorant armies”
In the night
That clash
Who wins
Who loses
No one knows
Except that blows are struck
And there is wounding
And humanity destroyed
By degree
Those who are blind
For real
Know the sacrifice
And the ridiculousness
In selecting darkness as
The quality
For sight
And shall we choose
To be ignorant of each other
Shall we fight
From distances too great
To know much beyond
The switch
Or the button
We could draw near each other
Rather
Withholding our destroying
Part
To leave the great part
Of curiosity
And even peace
Let go
Learn who is my neighbor
On the planet
How might the Earth do better
If we re-trained ourselves
For nature
The greater challenge
To
Like military
Pull back the extremes
To repair
Then prepare
For what’s next
To know
Who is next door
Not to pry
Or lord
Or anything overlording
Or pervasive
To learn each other
As we are
Even the agendas
Learning how to speak
To listen more
And to understand
(lessons in language
might be
the first thing)
Allowing curiosity
To be positive regard
Respect
The better agenda
Knowing which virtues to use
To influence
And which to use to
Be changed by
As we grow
In and with
Those we have relegated to
The other
As an objective distinction
(no such thing)
To render targets
Rather
Than people
Simply put
Do not destroy the world
That’s rather stupid
But put down the guns
(the buttons and the switches)
Find food
And drink
And other fixing things
With which
To approach
Nourish
And give the world
What is the real
Fighting chance
Family Game Night
(we can do it)
No one wins
No one loses
Leave that to
Real games
And remember to embrace
Congratulate
Game-winners
While in the world
We do better
With nothing like a game
At stake
But how we live
Together
Make enough
The base for everyone
Then all we reach for
After that
In other words
Feed everyone
Because
We can do it
(Rosie
says
we can)
Provide everyone
With something safe
To drink
Shelter and the opportunity
For education
Of ourselves
And the world
The unpeated past
The glories in the present
(let science say
amen)
Maybe
Remembering
The God who made
Everything
Is waiting
Withholding Armageddon
‘Til there’s faith
In the outcome
For those who choose
To care
And believe
In the world
And the living
Selves
And neighbors
It’s simply
Really
Embrace good
Eschew evil
Learning the two
More how to build
Rather than
Destroy
It’s easy
Each can prosper
After all are well
In fact
Prosperity
Will grow
While all are fed
And drinked
Have shelter
And the means
For education
Will the problems end
No way
But we’ll have a go
With advancements and
With possibilities
Which is
The world growing
Which is how it was
And how
It should be
By us
Eden
With the walls let down
The best Eden we can make
Yes
For billions
Living well
And each other
Has a chance
To go from there
To growth
To gold
Whatever might seem good
Without extremes
Of anarchy or monarchy
Rule one by one
And by assembly
Which is how
The world’s growing
(at its best)
Anyway
Grow on
Absent Lion
(not that there’s climate change)
Well
Winter’s MidAtlantic
Ended
Seventy
In western parts
So where’s
The lion
Seems not
To have arrived
There’s always
Aslan
For always good
A sign
Of faithfulness
And power
In faithfulness
There are other lions
Some as
Metaphors
Others in fact
Don’t go
To meet upfront
The real ones
For their strength
Is in
Predation
It’s the qualities
And made-up stuff
That make
The lion
Useful
(leave the real ones
out there)
As we can make
The lamb
Render its own qualities
For our own good
And at least
In these parts
Earlier
In March
What’s Blue Is Blue
Maybe this is all
I can do
For now
Write against the blue
Until
The retinas
And other parts can’t take it
Then leave
The machine alone
And even
Wonder
How we do this
All
The time
Go see
The eye doctor
Maybe she
Will know
What is healthy
What is useful
What is
Disciplined
For health and
Productivity
To ease the headaches
And the
Stress
Maybe from blues
Though maybe
I need to play the blues
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(x = space)
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two more brief poems today
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Black Branches
x
The squirrel ran criss-cross
Up the branches
x
Zig-zag ladder
I certainly had not noticed
Upon
Looking out
Into the dark-grey day
x
The squirrel’s smart
Good legs
The tail helps
x
And the creature’s
Totally
Impulsively involved with nature
To be so in tune
With all vibrations
x
Must be astounding
To have so much
Ordinary
Magic
x
x
8 to try
x
Hanukkah tonight
starts
8 days for a miracle
x
what if
we try this for our
universal selves
x
8 days for peace
before they arrive
that is
something
outside ourselves
to judge
x
pretend
there is a deadline
x
find out
how far we get
then let it stay
for real
beyond 8
you know
as long as we can
or may
x
8 and more
as if the world
were at stake
which
you know
it is
x
x
Photo by Mila Tovar on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Seedling Truth
x
Tuesday
Time for devotion
Because there’s no
Holy reason telling us
To do so
x
We heard
And we hear
Sermons to the birds
And they rejoin
x
Bible studies
With the ocean
Ascensions at the mountain top
And then come down
To the veiled valley
Below
Most of us inhabit
x
Where we must live
Until our gospel says
It’s time
x
Our seasons tell us
Heat gives way to color
Then succumbing cool
To cold
x
We rest
And now it’s time
To rest
Until we all come back
Green blades
Rising
Songs’ abiding promises
To spring
Remaining
Up here
Circling
Until your gospel says
Forever
x
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(e.g.) https://www.learnreligions.com/saint-francis-assisi-sermon-to-birds-124321
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(x = space)
x
x
Prevaricating Sharks
x
I don’t know what
To share
With you today
x
How are things with you
How is your health
x
How are your
Relations
And your story
x
I hope you’re really well
x
I’m not sure what
To ask
Without specifics
x
I don’t know what
To ask
But we can pray for friends
And strangers
Can’t we
x
Sure
We can
And I hope
This day is grand for you
x
The sharks swim closely to us
But they’re not
Attacking
Without meaning
Without purpose
x
Let’s not give them
A reason
Today
x
Live in cooperation
Maybe with nature as the
Romantics
Sought
The Victorians eschewed
x
In harmony with nature
x
Certainly
Let’s live out
The contracts natural
With each other
x
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(x = space)
x
x
Gestation
x
I don’t know
It’s Friday
It’s raining
We need the rain
The clouds have little texture
At least from here
x
Nothing much to look at
A wet street
Spatter on the windows
We need the rain
x
There is war
In Ukraine
More death today
More wounded
And in Sudan
We’re drawing up our diplomats
Telling tourists
To go home
Choose another
(for now)
x
We know there’s trafficking
Where
Here
Of drugs
Of people
Contraband things that
Otherwise
Could be all right
x
But you know
People
Never people
Sold
Which means someone is
Buying
Where
Here
x
Struggles for freedom’s
Hard enough
On good days in
(relative)
Safe places
x
And they
The captured
Kidnapped
Bought and sold
Are not all
But tend to be
Children
Women
Who
We know
Struggle for freedom
Already
Hard enough
More than should be
Enough
x
On Friday I could cry
But the sky
Provides
As if behooving
I could say
Nature weeps for me
As in
Instead of me
And that
Nature weeps for all of us
In distress
But it is nature’s
Well
Nature
x
That’s all
And that’s enough
The rain
Provides
Other good things
x
But I’m thinking now
There should be
Laws
For freedom
To work within one’s
Bearing
Bearing
Who we are
What can we do
x
And freedom of our bodes
Politic
Personal
That many of us
Think we have
x
Let’s check the laws of nature
And our charters
I think it’s there
Many
Freedoms
Already
There
Officially
And by
Who made rain
x
We may read wet leaves
Or our own pages
Fearfully
Consider
Wonderfully made
And what
To do
With what and whom
When made
When with accountability
Co-making
x
Rain
Tears
Freedoms
Fridays
Notions
Not like the old
Department-store
Departments
(but) Full-blown
Like glass
Full-grown
Into ideas
x
We do
Need these
A good weekend
Please
For you
You deserve it
It’s deserved
x
Does rain mean freedom
I don’t think so
Sometimes
It’s relaxing to watch
To hear
Sometimes
It’s fearful
The median response
Might have something to do
With inconvenience
Maybe this is part
Part Friday
Too
Of freedom
x
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Psalm 139:14
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(x = space)
x
x
a promise to make do, make better
x
nature will not mind
if we go outside
to kill him on the hill
far enough
away
from the glory
of our temple
and the palace
and the city
x
maybe if we pledge
to clean up the trash after
make the hillside
beautiful
maybe re-purposed for
a cemetery
or something
x
nature will not mind
if we control things
for a while
until
we have what we want
x
God appears
approving of our final plans
which means
our enemies are gone
or prostrate
and we are left standing
everywhere
to rule
from being right
x
pause
x
what’s that
it’s dark
it shouldn’t be
there are noises
above and below the ground that
sound eldritch
even the cries from people
over the sobs
from the few who weep
honestly
x
and now the earth is
split
and through so many places
so that we have to add to burying
xxxxxwe have to fit in
xxxxxmore to till in
xxxxxnail over
xxxxxthen varnish
xxxxxor whitewash
x
nature
we want to be your friend
we only need you for a while
to go along
with a simple execution
over and upon
one of your hills
x
come on
work with us
play
with us
x
we know you like to play
we experience
the seasons change
even through
our
desert places
x
but then
the wilderness will change as well
when paradise is made
because
God is on our side
x
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(x = space)
x
x
The Givers
x
I need to speak better
With the Lord
And of the Lord
And of a maker’s love
Of nature
And more so
The people
Living in all mysteries
x
People and mysteries
Of how to number them
In and if
Any propriety
How to count
And within the will acceptable
Of all of us
(three entities)
x
For us
Receivers of all words
Too much is un-understood
The glass is dark
The ideal
Is on the other side
As are the mysteries
Resolved
x
But there is the need
The compulsion
To move, anyway
While
We are here
Somehow to invest
In invisible interaction
That is real
In the sense we cannot count
Or measure
Yet bears salvation
x
A book of hours
Indicates
Yet cannot reveal
As much as, say,
Look or hear into the gentle candle
While we pray
x
Our rites are fine
Many are elegant
With an aim
Toward dignity
Mixed with an agenda of
Information
Clarity
Through what is revealed
Finally vague
And believed
(by me for one)
Vague evidence for faith
As manifested,
Which is to say
As is
x
More elegant
(as well)
Is the spirit
In the sky at night
With its own stillness
And its risks
The careful and the wild
Embodied
And presented
In unmoving blue
Maybe with high clouds
That haunt
Or in the storm
That
Threatens
Or attempts to ravage
When released
Land and sea
And us between
x
The hours we have
Altogether
Organized
Unkempt
The lives we have
With all the unsolved parts
Priests
Religious
(liturgy composers)
Poets
Room for unbelievers
All work
In both realms
Created
Sub-created
And must own
Not in harmony
But harmony
The music of the spheres
We say
With all the mysteries
Set down to solve
And leave or let
Untouched
Unsolved
x
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(x = space)
x
x
haiku
x
1
twenty pages in
the need to gaze and breathe out
outside for elsewhere
x
2
city-wise black trees
darkened too the sky-wept street
nature go with tears
x
3
after rain is haze
exhale into clarity
newly gifts of night
x
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