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A Good Wednesday

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A Good Wednesday

(Passion, Passover, Ramadan)

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It’s Wednesday

When Amanda would

Bound—how

Does one bound

If one is not

A deer?—but she

Would bound

Into class and

Announce, “It’s

Hump Day!”

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Now it’s Holy Week

So this is Holy

Wednesday

For which there

Are liturgies

With special

Prayers

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We imagine

What Jesus

Might be doing now

Because we are

Conditioned

By the narrative

For timing

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Maybe he’s visiting

With friends;

Maybe he has actions

And words

For healing

And teaching,

Knowing what’s to

Come and having

These his

Final opportunities

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For us

This year

There is a confluence

Of events,

Of seasons:

It’s Ramadan

And also Pesach

Or Passover

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There are several days to each

That are the same

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Three great truths

Come together,

Great faith

Celebrated

Bittersweet

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Bitter

With fasting

And remembrance,

Sweet with

Fasting and remembrance

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God is great

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The angel passes over

Faithful homes,

Jesus saves,

And the prophet receives

Revelation—goodness,

Such good chances

That we have

To respect

And enter into

Many groups

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The places where we worship

(observant)

Entering with curiosity

To know,

To have regard

For learning

And appreciation of

Our neighbors

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Respect, appreciation—these

Are forms of love,

The kind of love

That comes from God

To feed our faith

In one another

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As if God could say,

Come together

Right now

Over me

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But don’t imagine

Not a heaven or a hell:

With appreciation

Of the music

We can have some

Heaven here

And have it there

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Photo by Jon Tyson on Unsplash

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Processionals

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take away the confessional and informative emendations and there’s one poem here with endings like certain music selections

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Processionals

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I think

Often of David

Of a picture

I have seen

Or made up

It’s when the ark

Is brought into

Jerusalem

And it’s a triumph

A kind of victory

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And I think of David

Young

(and was he young)

Dancing

Before the ark

Not wearing much

But he’s king

And he arranged all this

And so

The instruments

Let play

And maybe favorites

Follow suit

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I see light colors

As if this were a desert scene

Done as a picture

With pastels

You know

I think I figure the hair

On David

From the statue by

Michelangelo

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Processions are important

He and they

Had to have one

Because the ark

Would have a home

Forever

Well

At least for generations

(I should

look this up

it might be before

Absalom)

But what do we know

Today is forever

And the

Ark is here

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And Jesus came

Into Jerusalem

And a procession

Was needed

And so it was

Arranged

In humility

And somehow awesome

Awful majesty

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I worked on this scene before as a draft; I have in mind I didn’t finish it, and this time I did; but if the other work appeared and I forgot, then I apologize for the repetition—CLC

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and a bit more (for free)

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a coda

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David was a shepherd

He was a king

He was loved by God

As either

So are you

Loved by God

For either

Any

Way

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Photo by Alberico Bartoccini on Unsplash

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(and here’s the lesson should you need one

coda 2

that was D. S.

this is D. C.)

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Jesus came

Into Jerusalem

Like the ark

Meaning a triumph

Victory

For a home people

Battling

To keep a promise

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And like the ark

Is lost

Defeat

And sacrifice

Through lack of faith

(bad kings—you may

look it up)

And so sacrilege

And a new needed

Promise

Follows

(read the prophets)

For restoration

Of the people

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Turns out

It’s Israel

And all of us

Redeemed

Through this

Second coming

Triumph

Then sacrifice

This time as well

And

Cosmically speaking

Greater

All the world

And how far out

On the edge

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With destruction

Turned to joy

With all our flaws intact

Until a final resurrection

That will keep

Us and the world

Intact

And better

And forever

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Stone not only

Rolled away

But smashed

Here endeth

And look

And listen

Smell

And taste

And touch

This is the start

And we might think we do

But we don’t know

What’s next

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Valentine’s

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Valentine’s

(belongs to you)

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Valentine got famous

For correspondence;

Other saints send messages

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Valentine left words

Of love and encouragement

As other saints have done—as

You or I have done

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Then red and pink took over

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Red for hearts,

Pink for I don’t know

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Lace got in there, too:

We covered up our furniture,

Covered our piano legs

With that

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Well, why not?

We need the colors in the winter

And red means passion,

Loyalty as well

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While pink is fragile

As are all relationships

In part

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Happy day for strengthening

Like exercise,

Metal in devotion

Like the metal in the jewelry

For a sign we wear

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Happy Valentine’s

With valentines

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Don’t force it

Or deny it:

If deny it,

Maybe do so

With a saint’s

Prudent

Contemplative quiet

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For the rest,

Give the cake

Share the cake

Eat the cake

Enjoy refined sugar

Or have raisins

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Or above the silence

And beneath the noise

Go slowly—pleased to

Talk it through

On or by

The sidewalks of the world

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C L Couch

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now you have a day to plan—you’re welcome

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By Lorie Shaull from Washington, United States – Happy Valentine’s Day!, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=56401542

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After Words

After Words

(Lent 41)

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There must still be words

We’re stuck with them, I guess

Or at least I am

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We could end here

Or yesterday

But we won’t,

Which is not a matter of words

As it is of life

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Yet we should be ready

Now,

To pause when needed

Maybe turn the pause to play

Whatever is called for

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It’s called for often

Snow day

Day in the sun

Comp time (whoever has this)

Playing hooky

(you can look it up)

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Work will resume

With its kind of

Awareness, learning, deciding

Not in cryptic ways

Or inaccessible

Though recall that there’s a mystery

In pretty much everything

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The kind that moves a martyr’s heart

And for other reasons, too, can thrill the heart

Of each of us

Of the sort like

Joan, Priscilla, Rachel, Esther

Judith, Hrosvitha, and Hildegard

Who found their way with God

While in the world

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And for the Joans, Priscillas, Rachels, Esthers

Judiths, though I don’t suppose we’ll be

Naming anyone Hildegard or

Hrosvitha for a while

We may

We will

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I don’t know, I think we’ll find

What we need

As long as we don’t keep the process to ourselves

Or the results

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Anyway,

I thought I should say something once it’s all over,

Our Lenten experience

We’re comingling times and traditions

Of the end of Lent (for those still counting),

The Passion, the Triduum, then

Easter and the Easter season

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I pray

Together and apart

These are all good for you

The way spring days, clean from rain,

Can be

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C L Couch

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note for the blog

Counting forty days from Ash Wednesday takes Lent through Palm Sunday, which might seem odd given the reflective nature of the season maybe abandoned in triumphant celebration.  But the count of days in Lent can take out the Sundays and Holy (Maundy) Thursday (when the celebration of the Eucharist occurs) and add in Good Friday and Holy Saturday to make up a count and observation of forty days.  Timing of events for the Passion and the Triduum might overlap this way of counting, and it’s also true that some have it (more or less officially, according to one’s tradition) that the length of Lent (even the sense of forty days) be taken metaphorically.

I guess I’m counting forty days from Ash Wednesday and let the paradox of Palm Sunday prevail.

Whew.

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Photo Credit: Wikimedia User John Morgan CC-BY-2.0

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Lent 39

Lent 39

(penultimancy)

 

you must take time

to breathe

finish the song that’s been

going through your head

figure out what you were looking for

when you came into the room

(then find it)

 

pay attention to

what matters

which is not a scolding

but a happy watchword

paying attention’s fun

because you can (too) take the time

to gather in what’s pleasant

along the way

 

the thing is that the rest of the world

won’t stop with us, won’t take the time

except maybe to take it

and not give it back

 

choose something like a star

and Frost is right

we can select

from our own, something fantastic

that we’ll never keep

someone else could pick it, too

(we don’t have to tell

or make a fuss)

after all, what’s our own

but what is also shared

heart and soul

in an entire cosmos

 

the season ends tomorrow

with an entry into

everything that’s next

in practice and remembrance

we’ll have our parts

attendance won’t be checked

in any way that matters

(delight in grace)

but presence, well, let’s have it

as self-mandatory

 

vigil

and arrival

passion follows

 

C L Couch

 

 

Image by Mohit Mourya from Pixabay

 

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Psalms 52 and 53

Psalm 52

song of passion

 

Some things are not enough even

From an impoverished place,

Contemplating gifts.

 

O God,

Where is your own longing?

And where might mine match yours?

 

 

Psalm 53

song of compassion

 

Lord,

Why should you listen to me, anyway

But I’ll keep talking, just the same

Someone is missing

And others are searching

It’s far away

I don’t know anyone there

 

But there are hearts

And life that always matters

So I’ll ask

Sinner before the altar

 

Please help those in motion

Watch around (above, under) the rescue

Help us in our better work

 

Bless those in need of rescue

Please

Bless the rescued

And the rescuer

 

http://www.uscgnews.com/go/doc/4007/2914970/

 

 

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E is for Erato

E is for Erato

(the muse of love poetry)

 

We breathe in and out our

Bodies matching moving hearts

 

Delight in joined revealing

Opened and shared at last

 

Love lingers, and that’s important

But in this time it’s passion

 

Sending a siren-song whose

Magic we shall not escape

 

‘Til breathing slows and sacred

Act eases into other life

 

http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/

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