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I’m sorry, but for a while I’ve been dealing with new pain of a sort that feels as if it wants to cut me in two. I go to the doctor’s on Friday and a specialist in two weeks. This has been claiming too much of my energy and my concentration. I still try to commit to writing and posting, but I’m behind on other things such as being in touch with responders. I’m sorry.
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Christopher
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I’m facing another surgery for my heart. I can’t say I’ve been feeling well, because I haven’t. I’m sorry for not being more interactive. I do enjoy reading your works.
Christopher
Destination
God’s plan
We don’t know it
Shouldn’t try
We have a code for life
It’s about sheep and goats
And a golden mean
Commandments and a wheel
And the
Way
This is enough
Certainly, our records show
We’re hardly successful
In these
Our actions tell too much
Failure by choice (so)
Dare we know
All the plan
When we reveal such small willingness
About
The instructions
C L Couch
Psalm 2
Lord, find me a church
One that welcomes me and
No one like me
One that cherishes who I
Am and who I’m not, who
You are and who you’re not
Our ages, occupations, the
Absence of occupation, our
Injured lives, triumphant lives
Our sorrows and our joys
Yes, our genders, too
And all the tones of skin
The differences and sameness
God made us, after all
And first of all
And is making us, still
A place where can give our
Millions and our mites
Our giving is small, but your sight
And your other senses
Make it pleasing, I think
Help me with a church despite
Myself and what’s happened there
The house of God is where your
People live, and I
Should live there, too
C L Couch
Psalms are songs. Psalms require us. And typically they require God.
So psalms are our songs to God. We read or sing them singly or in the community.
We sing psalms and let them move us how they will. How God might be moved we’ll never know while on this side of things. Yet still we sing. We should.
Hallowe’en is a celebration of the evening before All Hallows’ or All Saints Day. It coincides with the old autumnal celebration of Samhain (the m is pronounced like a w—hey, I said it was old) practiced by those who lived in England before the Romans and then the Christians came. When the Scots and Irish came to America, they brought many Hallowe’en traditions with them—dressing in masks to scare off (by resembling) demons, the carving of the Jack-O-Lantern (though the Irish carved many vegetables such as turnips). Now the celebration is celebrated—or can be—by everyone. For us, Hallowe’en is a safe way to enjoy being scared. We enjoy being scared, just enough. And we have dressing up as who we’re not. And, oh yeah, there’s candy.
Have a Happy!
clcouch123 
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