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Consider It All Joy

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Consider It All Joy

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Let the outside

Be awful

If it must

For princes of the world

Might have their own way

There

(not letting

princesses rise

by the way)

If only

There

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Be good on the inside

Your own realm

Where you have willed

Let in

Avowed

God to rule

While you serve God

Servant

Steward before monarch

Even when pressed

Persecuted

Outside

Sigh

Sometimes devilishly

On the inside, too

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Consider it all joy

The paradox of life and death

And resurrection

Final joy

Complete

And unrelenting

Even

In new tasks

Assignments from

A celestial magisterium

Or shall we say

The will beneath the crown

Of the Lord

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Doing what God says

Because

The glass is clear and

We can hear

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Consider it all joy when we must have trials, knowing that this testing of our faith makes endurance.  And let endurance be complete even by trials so that we are whole, lacking nothing that we really need especially inside.

James 1:2-4 (paraphrased a little)

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The Mix of Faith for Heaven

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The Mix of Faith for Heaven

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It is a mystery

And paradox

Thoughts

And feelings

Words for the hearts

Of millions

By each heart

Pierced

As a rule

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Gospel for everyone

For one

For no one

‘Til engaging

We read

We hear

Interpret

(we’re allowed)

Good news about God

Having been

Set down

By people

In relationship

With God’s spirit

Making a kind

Of ersatz scribe

According to

The world’s

Expectations

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Die to live

Love and take the hit

Joy in

Hard labor

Even for one’s enemies

The world wins

But does not really

Heaven after the end

And peace

Now

And forever

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Though

In this life

Our flaws remain

And trip us up

And bring us down

And we

Are blamed

We blame ourselves

Though

Grace and mercy

Should attend,

Which is the holy law

But

Civilities

Must have their way

They often damn us

Excoriate

Our chances for changes

From

The first

After transgressions

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Sigh,

Too many contradictions

Living near each other

In fact

Embracing

Over, under

Anywhere the breastplate says

For reassurance

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A life of faith

Is hard

Easy

Soft

Rigid

Impossible

Demanded

Eternal

Fleshly

In each moment

Cells sloughed off

Like sin

Perhaps revealing

Virtue

In redemption

Should anyone on Earth

Have care

To notice

This

And those

While on Earth

Then disappear

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C L Couch

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Lent 25

Lent 25

 

It’s a paradox

Unorthodox

 

This is a long time for slowing

Down, and yet

We must prepare for

Coming jubilation

There will be speed in that

The coming and the going

And the getting

 

And it’s spring

 

So what kind of spoil-sport

Must we be?

No kind, really

Work goes on

Of every kind

And there are families

And parochial festivities,

Which must be all right

 

So where is the season, then: where

Is our Lenten heart?

Well, in the heart, we say

Yes, it’s there

With other precious things we

Can recall—can reinvoke, if desired

(reorder to reorder)

Those times, those persons

Those happenings, those feelings

Discoveries

Then and now

 

We can keep the season

Let it work inside the mind

And maybe let it course

Through other organs

 

We can have Lenten lungs

A Lenten stomach

Pick something

 

We are so many parts to come

To know and to

Have everything done

 

C L Couch

 

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East of Java

East of Java

 

My first real taste of the day

Is bittersweet

I simply mean my morning cup of coffee

To which, yes, I add

Something sugary,

 

Which means I set it up

The contradiction and the paradox

First thing

First need

 

C L Couch

 

 

Coffee berries with insect bites.

Jyppe Quidores – Own work

 

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Psalm 11, a song of innocence

Psalm 11
a song of innocence

Lord, I do not understand
Certain paradoxes of the world

Why such terror and so much
Wrong must persist in a
World of our choosing

Why can we not do better?

Why can we not use what we
Have to further human cause
To improve the life on
Our troubled, turning sphere

Make life not only better
But, in fact, a triumph in the living?

Can we not do better than fear
And making a market of that?

Might we not do better than taking
Base desire, such as purchasing
Destruction, to barter in a
Hidden marketplace?

The challenges of life would still
Remain, if we choose differently

Responding to severities of
Nature, discovering redresses
From disease, the right for each
To grow and thrive, even the finding
Of new worlds

We’d still have much to do
If we choose differently

And our accomplishment would
Be of the lasting kind

A legacy of gain
And, from that better living, new
Kinds of profit for all of us

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