in the big inning
in Jewish and in Christian
lores
there are creation stories told
more than once
and in parts
many times
even Jesus
said to be there
calling the beginning of the essences
become
reality
and there are stories of us
and how we came to be
and way
made one perhaps
made two
without doubt
a sin of consumption
followed by
what might be more a problem of
division
then to rationalize mistakes and so
prescribe the direction
they must follow
all three
all four
for God had made that rock
that God could not
move
because like biased gravity
God’s will
must be mediated
by God’s will
that is leant by God’s
love
in love
and in joy’s promise
all was made by God and to the host
and to the cosmos
and to us
and after all the dreadful plan must work
there is like
Pandora
one thing left
the second thing of tripartite
things
being faith
and love
and to fix the world
is hope
say
faith the reason
love the means
hope
the vision
as in why bother in the first place
and this is lore
and this is
myth
and we interpret as we guess
from our experience
and there are many stories
we should read and respect them all
to know
beginnings
explain the present
situations
and
(via
hope)
respect the promise of the future
that
tells us how to believe
and think
and act
respecting all traditions
in their dovetailing
and as they work out
to reveal in time
(both
ways)
the first and final reasons
revelations
n.b.
and
yes
I know that you might want
to say that God’s not part of this
no more
and we are on our own
and maybe always
eschewing partnership
as if Michelangelo should have no faith
and the lone
wolf
an honest perception
though it’s not
wolves living together
monogamous
in families
that
despite the isolation earnestly
perspective
there is more joining than a separation
more
that are joined
than all the pages of betrayal attempt
to testify
and
the main message that
we’re on our own
we’re not
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9/12
The day after
Tolling bells
Half-mast (extra) flags now
Put away
Speeches back in boxes
For the next time
Normal life
The better victory
Goes on
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We shot this in our kitchen a couple of years ago. We are always looking for interesting (and fun) ways to shoot our products.
Shot by Stephen Hocking
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Tentatively Yours
If we are to heal,
There has to be a hope
That someday it will be complete
That all the things that festered
Will have finally unwound
From the brain, the heart
Any infected organs
That persistence of pain will
Be replaced
With something like assurance in
Confidence of being well
That the counting that has met
Each day
Now useless
Will give way
To errands, nothing much
A nothing kind of day
Wouldn’t that be nice
Wouldn’t that be lovely
To have a day that’s dulled by
Anything but pain
Not to be morose
For what I have
I’ll still wrap around mortality
Until the glorious surprise
Of the next thing
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Lent 40
(hopscotch-counting)
Try again
Sometimes it’s hard
Though not harder and less rewarding than
A life inside a cage
Kept without a lock
Some count the season from day one
As I have counted
Some take out Sundays, a timeslip in
The forward flow of days
Any days that might allow for
Contrary feasting
Some leave the season longer
And forty is a metaphor
For wilderness experience
If we count forty from first Wednesday
We are here today
Triumphal entry, as it’s said
As songs are sung
As palms are waved in happiness
And salutation
For the one who’s here
While our invested time is closing
A passion time begins
When blood with flow with water
In a garden, on the streets, and
Later on a cross
What have we done?
What do we do?
How many who are cheering now
Will spit the words out later
Broken of humor into mocking?
How many will be caught
And tried by Caiaphas
With a nod to Pilate?
How many, at least, will try war
The worldliest of ways
In bids for freedom
With endings still debated in
The courts of heaven?
Well, we have something
We have had our season
And know without expectation
Any more than making
That another season follows
It’s today
The end and the beginning
Celebrate
But keep the palm fronds close
Maybe contrive a reminder
For the window sill
Over which we view into
The next spate of days
And on into forever
Take us with you
Some things we do alone
So many more need not
Go that way
We may go another
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Penultimate
Where do we go from here?
Life on Earth diminishes
Human life, animal species
Extinct, genii of plants within
Which might have served
Chemistry for fixing disease
We look for life out there
And why not: that’s what’s
Next
But for today, while we’re
Still here,
Build a world that someone
Else might want to visit, work
With us, share
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