(x = space)
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Dona Nobis Please
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God
I wish I knew a round
And had a choir
Volunteered
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A canon in the better sense
For meaning without questioning
The bias
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I guess
What I really mean
Is to write the round
For exigence
A canon for the evening
Fluidly
To welcome stars
And thoughts of rest
And afterward
Retire
With notes to welcome dreams
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Amen
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(x = space)
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The Eighth Day
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O God
I exhale your name
That has no name
Nothing catchy
For a slogan
Or a following
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Plain
Supreme
(like pizza)
Simple without cunning
The closest thing to name
Because we need a name
Otherwise
There is no signifier
So that creation
Stands alone
As its own testimony
To our senses
Of the creator
Back of it
Before
Underneath
To carry through
The secrets of the universe
Navigating rings
Of everything that orbits
Or otherwise transports
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God without a name
Who’d rather not have one
Though Moses
Insisted
For his
Sibling people
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God without a name
Vacuum for power
The designer has designed
To share
First with the host
And then for
Nature
Than for the rest of us
Who also need a name
For show
Of praise
Rather than manifest
Through only
Breathing out and breathing in
A life
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(x = space)
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osiris rex tremendae
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we brought back part of an asteroid
today
while I was in church
what do you know
it happened anyway
I caught the replay
people near the capsule
sample in a box?
blackened spacecraft back on Earth
now left alone
(and I gloss
these are preliminaries
then
a bag
not a box)
and now someone should consider
quarantine
I’m sure someone has already thought of this
uh
we wish those closest
well
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(x = space)
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Invitationing
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It is a gray day
Perfect for
The Spirit to come in
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A visit by a fire
With the Fire
An easy day
Made glorious
Through interaction
With the presence
Of the Lord
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Hosted by
The human heart
Watched over
By the human mind
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The visit lasts forever
Or it may
It depends upon the labor
Of the Spirit
And our own
To relent
To the exchange
Timeless
Over time
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(x = space)
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The Lord Hears
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The Lord hears
Our prayers
We don’t how they’re
Tallied or remembered
If there’s a meeting
On each day in heaven
When and where
Angels receive assignments
Even discuss
The timing
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Each word is heard
There is no requirement
We may ask in faith
Or doubt
We might be easy in our words
Or difficult
Say something
It is heard
x
It might be yes or no
Though the Lord is more than
Binary
There must be many ways
To answer prayer
Materially
Abstractly
With small mechanical change
Or simply in an attitude
Encouraged to endure
x
Good is still pretty good
Without the bad
There is a learning value
We suppose
But ask for what is needed
And think about
Confession
And thanksgiving
x
Dear and
Amen
Is not
Are not
Required
Say either or both
For a beginning and an ending
Or you know
Don’t
Leave the prayer suspended
In the air
For someone else to catch
To carry with endearment
For another’s hearing
And response
x
There’s always something next
Pray badly
Stutter in your heart
Speak
Or simply think your prayer with God
Pray what Jesus taught
As a responsibility
An affirmation
x
But however
The words go
And whichever
We will be heard by truth
And responded to
With love’s
Practicality
And maybe by our reckoning
A miracle
x
Listened
And responded to
The transactional nature of the world
Confirms
It points the way
Creation’s creator
Reckoning perfectly
Providing something always
In return
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(x = space)
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Gospel According to the Birds
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Books are wonderful
Black tracks across the page
Birds to say
There’s something here
Someone inked our talons
And we have walked on lines
Somehow
And there’s a message
Someone overheard a gospel
Before we were
Put back on our branches
Ancient pens
And when we’re gone
Our larger feathers go to humans
Who are
Surprised by grace
To leave a message
Whispers of angels
Like the ones who took their wings
To guide us
In our flights across the page
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They take the credit
Though we guess it is their story
More than ours
We need to messages
No gospels
We emerge into life
Knowing how to fly
How to listen to impulses
The small glories
We would never hide
Or cease in all our starts and stops
From praising the creator
You can hear us
Humans
Our song is perfect
Without lessons
Or egos
Or prevarications
x
We could say praise us
In our stories
We know better
Without knowing
We fly
We sing
We know
God loves us
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What is made by birds walking across skin that has a third opportunity?
The answer is a page whose words resemble tracks upon vellum made by animals once alive, whose skin is stretched for a second chance at life, so to say, bearing a story now to offer life for a third time, especially if the story be a gospel.
This is the kind of riddle that literate medieval people enjoyed together, literate meaning mostly monks, the kind who kept texts that had not been destroyed in the fall, thus saving what was left and what could feed into new nourishing, again to say, mostly in Europe a new civilization
The birds talking is not typical back then but my idea now. And Aesop. And Aristophanes.
Sorry, teacher can’t stop chirping.
Old English riddles are found in The Exeter Book, a volume discovered that had served as a coaster and something for impatience to glide a knife into (or why anyone would drive a knife into, along a book). A not-hiding glory to be plainly found, opened, and discovered.
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Photo by Mehdi Sepehri on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Rhapsody in Bible
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God
You are good
You love us
Always
And anyway
x
I’m sure it’s in there
Though I can make
Only pages with
Neat typing
Of blurred letters
As I try
x
And then the stream
The invitation
And a wall of rooms
That somehow
Turn into mansions
Promise of two verses
About paradise
About
You know
Dwelling in the house
Of the Lord
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There are numbers on the pages
Small headlines
Aids from time
Which were not in
The original
Black pages
Into mod
(it was the sixties
into seventies
for us)
And now the church
All wood
And mullions
With a clock that I could see
When in the choir
Set in the center
So the pastor be reminded
(by the clock
committee)
Of the time
For preaching
And when
To wrap it up
x
I received my Bible there
I think
Or in the rooms
For Sunday School
Which had checked floors
Of tile
Room dividers
In the wing
That had been built
Before I got there
And a breezeway
Over the drive
x
But this is building stuff
And the pages
Pages stuff
What of the truth that’s in there
And it’s in there
I can recall without the images
Though they come
Anyway
The verses and the truth inside
x
Create in me
A clean heart
O God
And renew a right spirit
Within me
x
And that’s only to begin
The faith
And transformation
Needed
That we learn about
In there
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from Psalm 51
(followed by
Cast me not away
from thy presence
and take not thy holy spirit
from me
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which happened to Saul
by the way
at the nadir
of his life
as king
appointed by the prophet
who got directions
from the Lord
to look for someone tall
and
well
kingly
for a tragic irony
as things turned out)
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sorry, I got into a kind of coda
(that a kind of song, could be a psalm, might have)
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(x = space)
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Today Is What
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What is today
After some mental work
It’s Tuesday
In the morning
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In the ninth month
Against which someone will say
So many days
‘Til Christmas
x
But that’s a cultural thing
(and a commercial thing)
There are so many things
Before
We get there
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Hallowe’en
Thanksgiving
(in both countries)
The yearly argument
Over which explorer exploited first
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And up here
(spring there)
It shall be fall
Leaves fall
In glory and defeat
Bare branches left behind
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Except for evergreens
That we shall value more and more
For symbolizing
Something like forever
Through all the seasons
And we hope
(burn bonfires
to the sky
to sky-gods)
Through the great changes
To forever
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Photo by Adrien Olichon on Unsplash
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(x = space)
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Te Deum
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I pray to God
And Jesus
Rarely directly to
The Holy Spirit
Sorry, Spirit
Though it seems
I’m talking with you
All the time
As an indication
A reality
Of indwelling
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You are the nearest
The closest part
Of God
In fact, in me
While I know
It’s three in one
But for all I know
It might be
That you are the part of God
Who is the most patient
Part
(indwelling)
And who somehow
Loves me best
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