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Pagan Petition

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Pagan Petition

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Freya of the

Earth,

On your day

I ask for

Such a small part

Of the world

To borrow

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Where I stand

Where I sit

Where I might lie down

For a while

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Yes, I mean

What metaphors might mean

Yes, I need a place

As trolls need caves

Only with a door

And a wide window

And some plumbing

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It would be home

Until it’s a time again

For wandering

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Please

And thank you,

Lord and lady of

Earth and earthiness

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C L Couch

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Reliefbüste “FREYJA”, Amalienstraße 51, Fürth

Wofro – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=21650063

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Hurt Locking

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Hurt Locking

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Sometimes sadness

Has a weight

If I knew, I had forgotten

It bears down on the face

Justifying frowns

It pushes on the inside, too

(and mainly)

Pushing things together,

Causing pain

Along with weight,

There is the freezing

An effect that has no

Temperature

What to do next in the world?

How to get there

Through the challenges

Of sadness

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And it simply hurts, you know?

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C L Couch

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Photo by Ricardo Arce on Unsplash

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Eeyore

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Eeyore

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Mopey

To say the least

But if all I had was

A lean-to of sticks,

I might be

Sullen, too

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Then there’s

The tack-on tail:

I used to wonder

If it hurt

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C L Couch

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Photo by George Lemon on Unsplash

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On the First Day of the Week

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On the First Day of the Week

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God,

A petition for this morning

While the sky is gray

And the sun

Is in the offing

Waiting to push through

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Follow us

To catch us when we fall

Or to pick us up

Dust us off, after

Or simply be around

Because the negative is not

Enough

And if we rise with you,

A certain kind of sufficiency

Of economy

The science of

A real enough and more

May follow

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Really,

We don’t need so much

Less than we think we do

Then out of

Small largesse,

When that’s all we have,

We may help

The other

Not a sly metaphor

But a person

Real people

Real needs

Not holiday

But quotidian

Every day,

You know

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All this is real

And thankful

To be prayed

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C L Couch

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Photo by Sigmund on Unsplash

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“Remembering Lorraine Bay”

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“Remembering Lorraine Bay”

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Newspaper headline

Human interest story

She was interesting

Loved her job

(with challenges)

As a flight attendant

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She was on the flight

The plane that crashed

Near a small town in

Western Pennsylvania

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C L Couch

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Shanksville’s Main Street in July 2006

By Aude – Own work, CC BY-SA 2.5, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1007438

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They Seek Him There

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They Seek Him There

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O God, our help

In ages past

Our hope for years to come

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And what do we need today

But to know you are near

Some miracles would not go

Amiss, I must confess

(unless they do)

For a week of flood and fire

End or start to war

A sickness that has taken many lives

Corruption from the fruit of Eden

For the way we ate

For the way we live

For the way we want to live

On this side or that

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C L Couch

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title borrowed respectfully from The Scarlet Pimpernel

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by Lawn Weeds – Scarlet Pimpernel, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=85377914

Scarlet Pimpernel (Anagallis arvensis) is a summer annual plant and a member of the primrose family. As its name suggest[s,] it has bright red/orange flowers, which only open when the sun shines.

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Doctrine for Three

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Doctrine for Three

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In dim light,

Something was handed me

A gift

In the dark outside,

We talked about

His father

Who had died recently

Whom I liked

(whom he liked)

And of family, generally

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His father’s legacy

Was to share outside

The family

I being one

I could argue worthiness

But then I’d miss the point:

Grace is free

It really is

Without conditions

And has to be

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C L Couch

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Anatomy of a dying stormcell. A stormcell dissolves over the San Francisco Peaks.

Photo by NOAA on Unsplash

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Amen for Catharsis

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Amen for Catharsis

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You came

Dear God

And you were here

You were what I couldn’t see

The voice beneath the noise

Something soft yet muscled

Beneath the brittle strength of

The world

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I don’t know about the timing

I wasn’t thinking clearly but

Have no doubt

Your arrival

Was perfect

In the way

Every plan from you

Is manifest

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Now in a time of peace

An hour, the next minute

Maybe a day–this

Side of things

Is too partial

And imperfect

(not like grammar)–

And now I go about

Again (imperfectly)

To try to serve

To try to balance out the wills

Of people

And of nature

With my energy

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And have I said it simply,

Lord

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Lord,

Thank you

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C L Couch

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Part of one of my acrylic paintings.

Photo by Paul Blenkhorn @SensoryArtHouse on Unsplash

Sensory Art House

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Petitioning before the Storm

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Petitioning before the Storm

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Later today

Ida comes to call

With too much rain

For an area

That is soaked already

There should be floods

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I’m sorry

I’ve been praying for myself

I’ve been praying

For you, too

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But I need the power

The electricity

My heart needs the help

Frankly, in the summer heat

And afterward

I’ll need to get around

For bread

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Maybe I’ll get or keep

(since nothing

will have changed)

My petition

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But I need the prayer for me

I hope there’s understanding

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C L Couch

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Sinai

no, Italy

Photo by eberhard 🖐 grossgasteiger on Unsplash

Alpe di Siusi, 39040 Castelrotto BZ, Kastelruth, Italy

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