allowance
who is allowed
who gives
and
who may receive
what do we talk about
possession
salvation
and
who owns
salvation if anyone should own
God owns it
I
suppose
manages the process
certainly
provides all parts of God
needed
creates everything
places
us
then there’s a full beginning
affirming rest as
well
then somehow a serpent is allowed
if we intertwine the stories
then we know
of
the rebellion and the war in heaven
with casualties if not killed
yet fallen
then to
take it out on us
and
we fall as well
not
killed and yet spiritually
as good as gone until the parts of God
come
to the Earth
to teach
and offer to save
one part creates
the other comes and then
the other
the third part closer than ever
indwelling
in fact
by
invitation
strange invitation that both must offer
and accept
then
all things work together
that
are good
c l couch
Romans 8
28 And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.
(KJV)
photo by Aziz Acharki on Unsplash
Cold Morning Jazz
1
It’s a cold and rainy day
I’m grateful
It’s been too hot
Maybe the neighbors turned
Up their heat
We’re all connected, you see
Like scratches on an antique plate
Like fog inside the city
Like rain
2
I’m not sure what to say
That hasn’t been said better
By someone else
But I’ll keep at it
Not for the sake of being fresh
But because there is a forum,
Here
In which we should all take part
I heard some truth yesterday
That I have heard before
How fossils added to
With imaginary flesh
Made way for the chimera
All combined animals of myth
She spoke her truth as if it were new
But I first heard it long ago
You see, each generation needs
To own its own
Not plagiarism
(plagiarism’s willful)
But new ownership
The sphinx is beautiful
Its paws upon the desert floor
Whose head is that
We think we know
Whose body
Name the lion, please
There’s work for you
3
I’m glad I’m not a city mouse
Somewhere there are mice
Plaster mice
We painted long ago
My brother made the city mouse
Many colors, elegant
Creative
My country mouse was simple
In blue, not much else
Than blue
We painted these at camp
Then they were put away
To look at, every now and then
Mine has a chip upon the ear
He can negotiate the city
I do okay,
When I have to
He is the -politan
I try to be the cosmo-
He is so good at what he does
And for my place I guess
I’m glad I am a country mouse
Who lives on Drury Lane
I should return his mouse
Next time I have the chance
C L Couch
Photo by Sash Margrie Hunt on Unsplash
Sliced
I shouldn’t write when sick
I shouldn’t do much of anything
I shouldn’t commit myself to what
Might need defending
From ignorance, later on
But
When I write some truer part of me leaks out
Anyway
And that seems good
Maybe healthy—I don’t know
Because I am not whole
Because I breathe in parts
C L Couch
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