Approach on Christmas Eve
Dark quiet night
Unbeckoning
Then a golden light
As a small bulb, bold
Enough
Against the darkness
Now a red gleam, same kind
Shines close by
And between the two,
Ridge lines of rounded bush
Are inferred to our sight
A porch lamp farther on,
And now we see the sidewalk
A platform sided by
Small walls,
Homely columns rising,
Leads to the door
The night has borders now
We feel invited
The world has definition,
And our way in
Is right
C L Couch
Good Christmas Friday
Christmas day on Sunday
And in my reformed way,
I feel a new triduum
But what to mourn tomorrow?
All the peace that has not
Happened
In the world
Peace on Earth
Worthy of a Tolkien epic
Or a Lewis telling
Inklings remembered, a new
Generation nonetheless
Is calling:
Severing war ties in the cosmos
Sewing threads
Into the weave of conflict
To wear retaining
Wisdom, the innocence in
Relented cynicism
The hopes of open-tomb-like
Understanding
Embraces resurrected
Sibling salvation
Let us share—let us keep—an
Earthbound feast
All
Holy days reconciled
In time
C L Couch
Still Christmas in Berlin
No romance for the moment
Christ child forgotten
In the press of madness and of stirring
Grief
To complement the cowardice in Nice
Undeclared, ununiformed men
Who know no better
Than to render a cause stupid
And larcenous
Stealing life from love
The gospel of the season
That will outlast you
C L Couch
http://www.nytimes.com/2016/12/19/world/europe/berlin-christmas-market-truck-crash.html?_r=0
A.D. 623
(I was looking up the area code)
a princess died
which sounds saddest of all
though loss through war should matter
more
but there’s a story here
to push my human heart
to wonder
and to wander through
the leaves to find the source
and grow a memory
for you
C L Couch
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/623
Our Lady
(12 December, the Solemnity of Guadalupe)
The roses fell
Into his cloak made
Of rough cloth
He took the flowers
To the priest who
Wanted proof before
Believing him
And in the lady
Man of Aztec culture
And holy woman
So hard to believe
Might all our miracles
And visitations
Go over so easily
For fleshly saints
And innocents
C L Couch
john glenn now breaks in
to a sky whose stars shine high
er for his friendship
C L Couch
image credit, NASA (KSC)
http://www-pao.ksc.nasa.gov/history/mercury/ma-6/ma-6.htm
Ghost Ship
(Oakland, California)
Emptied of her passengers,
Investigators and skeletal crew remain
Fun with fire, it’s been said of Nero
No entertainment here
No longer
What issues matter to a burning ship?
The dead who ride no longer care
The living must mourn first
C L Couch
Old Poodle Takes a Turn
Don’t disturb me
I have my way
Let me sleep
I’ll wake me when it’s time
Then I’ll need you to
Open the door
And keep treats in hand
For me—when I
Return—don’t worry,
I’ll let you know
It’s time
I have my way
You’ll wait for me,
I know
Don’t disturb me
I have my way
Let me sleep
I’ll wake me when it’s time
Then I’ll need you to
Open the door
And keep treats in hand
For me—when I
Return—don’t worry,
I’ll let you know
It’s time
I have my way
You’ll wait for me,
I know
Old Dachshund Likes a Belly Rub
To my blogger friends and other friends—
I’m sorry I’ve been out of contact for a little while. A number of things came together to drain my energy and health and time. I traveled to my sister’s to care for her old dogs while she and her husband went out of the country for a while. I’ve been suffering with a physical challenge that is painful and making it too hard to sleep (meaning often I don’t). And the national election (my nation’s) has been greatly troubling and dis-spiriting, too.
Anyway, my sister and brother-in-law are returning soon. I will visit with them for a time and simply pet the dogs. And go to urgent care, if need be.
I should return to blogging daily shortly. I have much reading and corresponding to catch up with (which with to up the catch). Of course, our past (static) posts can still speak, can’t they?
Happy World Philosophy Day. And in the USA at least it’s also Fast Food day. I wonder how my country might be inflicted with fast food philosophy.
Well, I wish for happier days for all.
Thank you,
C L (Christopher) Couch
Old Dachshund Likes a Belly Rub
On his back because
I rolled him there
All the bumps with age
(No cosmetic surgery, dear),
The little legs are
Shaking
I rub your chest minus
The Vapo-Rub
You seem pleased, if
Sussing grunts and moans is
In my ken—nearly
A hundred of my years,
Though you age
In the same way
These are the clues:
Bright, wet eyes and nose
To amend my terror that
You’ll die this day
While in my care
epilogue
He sleeps (a daily,
Mortal sleep)
Under a blanket
The edge of
Which he likes to
Toss over the
Head, a ritual still
All his own
C L Couch
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