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Retreat and Then Return, Advance

Retreat and Then Return, Advance

 

For everything unfinished,

There is a place

Like the Island of Misfit Toys

A place where all uneven edges,

Things that are torn,

Even misplaced socks are

Borne;

 

It’s a place where you and I belong

Though only for brief visits

Like the real creatures who cannot stay

On the island,

The actual world beckons with

Immediate agendas

Worthwhile plans,

Campaigns;

 

Stay with me, then, in this land that

Celebrates the broken

We’ll enjoy the harbor

Sip tea and nibble cookies while

The water keeps us safely in,

Protected from the storms outside

For a time

While we are here—

Call it vacation

Then we’ll return;

 

Space was given us to wonder ‘round inside

Time to fill with wisdom

The power of reflection on

Still water,

The comfort now of things outside

Readier to take them in

After misfit not misspent time

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Hermitage

Hermitage

 

Did hermits ever live there

Saint Petersburg

Or near Nashville

I guess when the Czarina

Or Old Hickory

Wanted to live like hermits, each

Went

To their respective place

 

Places that

Are museums now

And we can’t go there by ourselves

 

We’ll not have that feeling there

Of away and art

And loneliness

As we might live

Intentionally apart

For a time

 

Maybe, then

A hermitage in practice

Somewhere in one set or another

From which we return

To what the world has in mind for us

And we, you know,

For it

 

C L Couch

 

 

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Lyric about Leaving

Lyric about Leaving

(on, frankly, overhearing the first line

in conversation)

 

Don’t ever go away

But we go away, when we must

I don’t like it, either

 

If I move, it doesn’t mean

I feel your leaving less, your

Presence in my life leaving

Now

 

The only joy in leaving is

Return

 

I go to strangers, so why would

I want to stay

 

I’ll come back, and maybe

You’ll return to me, too

I know it can happen if in

Uncertain ways

 

I hope my will and yours are

Of one mind in which calm

Love takes over when together

From the day

 

From the day

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Desert Mother and Father

Desert Mother and Father
(contemplating Holy Family narratives)

With her husband, she
Flees with her child;

They go in the desert way,
If anyone can hurry.

They arrive in pharaohs’
Land, now a Roman colony.

What happens now?
They will live in exile,

Then return to native land,
Moving toward home in

Relative safety. She is
The desert mother, now—

He the desert father.
Child of the wilderness,

He will be taken there
Again, driven by God and

God-made agencies. He
will defeat the devil: after

To home and elsewhere in
The land, nevermore in

Safety. In millennial ages,
Spirit-led parents, not

Attached, will live in
Heathen caves and cells

To mentor the will of God,
To recall in scoured

Understanding and
Legacied devotion—what

This first desert family
Rescued and made real.

 

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