Typing Calvinist
Relationships
I’m not good with these
At these
Look at me
Alone
While typing
Word of Earth and faith
As if
I know
At least I have good sources
To go to
And
Yes
This is a solitary act
Traditionally and
Typically
Insofar as that is an operable excuse
But what
Do I know
Whom
Do I
Know
And I don’t know and this
Is doubt
Or course or sometimes when
I refuse to listen
To God
Or you
Or anyone
Too busy with that log in my eye
To see
The virtues of
My sibling people
(who are
all
people)
And while the log means a good challenge
It can be excess
Self-preoccupation
Too
But
Finally to set this down
To set anything on an electron page
Nonetheless
To be
Picked up in an archetypal way
To read
And to respond
This must for you
For all of you
And all for you
There is no reason
Other
Self-expression
Sure
But not enough as we might say
That we are good
And that
Is not enough
C L Couch
(Protestants like work and Calvin liked grace and also Mary; I don’t know enough of Hobbes to say (hah), though I do think most good things go together--say, spirit and flesh; faith and work; readers and writers (when both are good or trying good); voice and text
and with apologies for abstruseness)
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(x = space)
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About Some Light
x
It’s dark:
Light a candle
(It can be electric)
To know the darkness
In relationship,
Which is the way to know
Nearly all
Good things
x
Knowing things
In relationship
(well,)
It can be electric,
Maybe a shock
But mostly learning,
Reflecting (hah) on
Brighter
(darker)
Currents through
Creation
x
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(x = space)
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Earth Day
(2021)
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And
With Earthlings there
Is a relationship
Dysfunctional and thus
Destructive,
So say
All the tops of trees
Burned
By acid rain
x
Earth survives
As it may
And sometimes must
Fight back
x
We’re only guessing
But with all the metal satellites
Surrounding,
You’d think we’d know
Earth better than
To ruin it
x
Yet we must ask
Victims of hurricanes:
The storm,
The flood that
Take one’s own
x
Earth was no friend,
And who is with them
Now?
Earth and Earthers,
I can only hope
x
Source of pleasure
Source of pain
(source of profit)
It is our world,
Though we eye another
It is our microcosm
And an old,
Old story
x
Moon who watches,
Heaven beyond,
Hell below,
Ten circles in the center
x
Everything we know
In the
Cosmic narrative
x
Maybe it’s time
To release Cartesian
Orientation,
Since lines really
Do not hold down anything
And are twisted when
New encounters
Overthrow
The old
(which is
discovery)
x
Time
To like the Earth
Again and like it better
We should know how
By now
x
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Satellite over the coast.
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(x = space)
x
x
Demand the Gospel
x
We are loved,
Which might be the hardest thing
To know at times
Because it’s so abstract
We are loved by something
In the air
Or so far inside
We have to wonder why it’s hiding
x
Call it something
Spirit friend
The machine in which is God
Call us something
“Star stuff,” he used to say
Or maybe
Renegade from grace
x
Fit for a book
Or a one-way conversation
Sunday morning
But really we need something
We need someone
In the flesh
Or whose magic
Makes a miracle of something
We need fixed
Or to have it
(define it)
Feel better
x
No phantoms, please
There are enough in hiding
Speaking of which,
Where are you hiding and
Why do you hide?
Is there a base I should run to
As in a child’s game?
Enough, we need something real
Into which we shouldn’t
Have to plumb,
Imaginary depths
There shouldn’t be
A question
You should be here
x
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La Machine Dragon, Ottawa 2017
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Mischief Intercession
(not my place)
I hope she is okay
I pray she is okay
Like victims from a fire
That was our time together
I bear what I should bear
And should know more
I should not take the lead
Unless it’s time
That is the bearing of our time
Now fluid and porous
Like a dam built by fish
Whose instinct is to do another
I suppose out of desperate
Ignorance, they could simply
Swim into the opening
Thus making something,
Knowing from a spirit
(even zeitgeist)
That something has to change
I should have given more over to
Sacrifice
We both could have followed service
Better than the pronouns
We kept separate
As in a box that will not open
Forget the need for opening to pleasure
And pleasure’s change,
Inspiration
Well, this was a prayer
Still is
I hope she’s okay
I pray she is
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Then Let’s Keep Dancing
I only knew one perfect person
And he was crucified, my father said
Yes, but then he rose, I might
Have said
It was the argument beneath the argument
Not a debate about
Points of faith
I didn’t know all the demons then
There are others
To learn
My father’s got the best of him that was
His joy and anything of wisdom
I never got the teaching I deserved
Any child deserves
It’s a long way past hate
Worse, dismissal
That became the only way to get along
Stranger, either way
Never a decent conversation
Decent as in real
I can only sigh about it, now
So much of it is dust
Like the Kansas song
Or the one by Peggy Lee
Every generation needs a song,
According to my professor
Something that turns
That turns us into mortal means
Reminds us we are seasons
C L Couch
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“Wind on Wheat”
“Is That All There Is” is a song created by Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller, famously recorded by Peggy Lee.
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