Lent 3
Now let’s dive in
The water might not be easy
But it’s time to think
Or swim
What is the season for
It’s for faith
But there are long stretches for
Allowance, I believe
For doubt and all kinds of other
Tugging matters
Pulled up the anchor
Drifting around a while
C L Couch
(Pixabay)
Agapāte
Yesterday was a pretty day, you know
I took a step outside and breathed
The air was warm and cool and good
My neighbor passed by,
And we talked about the start of winter,
Which might have been at that moment
It could stay this way, we posited
With no power over seasons
In the south, I know it’s summer
We might think that’s wrongway
From there, we are the backward time
Turvy-topsy, as it were
I hope it’s a good summer
I hope we have a decent winter
In all the midland places
And extremes
I have no idea what we deserve
Thank goodness better love
Doesn’t count that way
C L Couch
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Rating Advent
In a code of context,
Might I say that Advent season is
PG-13
It’s not for children alone
But with parental guidance
There are themes here
Songs and rites
Children should enjoy
All the peace and companionship
That come near
But all ideas are not easy
Some need help
For living
For Christ is born not for an easy purpose
And winter can be hard
Summer in the south of Earth
We all need help
From time to time
Children should have guardians
Grown-up friends like
Luminaria
To help light the way
To the place
And all that is to come
Of Christ’s entry into the world
With theirs
With ours
C L Couch
Luminaria
Luminaria event at the Botanical Gardens in Phoenix. It was such a great night.
Revenant
(Advent or anytime)
This is my country now
We brutalize the families
At the border
And the young who attack them
We can remember what
This did to us in Viet Nam
If we want to
The enemy had wrecked the families
First, and then we had
To finish its work
It was strategy
What is this?
What child is this?
For every war we cause with someone
Small,
We make it harder for the Christ child
Or any child
Any family
To come here
C L Couch
Reuters
This photograph by @Reuters shows the United States of America firing tear gas at women and children.
Silent Mortal Flesh
(Advent or any beginning)
It’s a mystery
A season
Then eternity
Each day feels eternal, doesn’t it?
The hours move, and we are here
Sometimes there is pleasure
Sometimes there is a burden
They are a gift, though it can be hard
To feel that,
That show a part of what’s to come
But there’s so little to know
For sure
What can we be sure of?
That we are here and we were made
We got here somehow, even if it
Seems sensible to call it random
Random is
Part of the mystery, too
So many days
So many people
How can Earth bear it all?
But it does
Time, too, that seems to
Draw the seasons out
And give them passage
Through channels of sameness
And difference
Someday we’ll know
A mystery like dye removed
From food or fabric
But maybe in a still and quiet hour
In an empty room
Let this season start
It’s what we’ve had
It will be new
Ponder what is here
And what is descending
Not like something falling
An apple dropped from a tower
But like a bird
Fast or slow
Surely to the ground
Begin transacting with the Earth
Whose vibrations in return
Will resonate with who we are
And what we have.
Like mystery,
And, like
Mystery, letting the new season change us
C L Couch
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T Time
Broken leaves are on the way
To atomized
The shield of fall is broken in with
Winter
It’s always a time of change
Don’t we know that?
I like my rituals
And of one kind or another
Know we need them
But retrograde is for the Earth
In winter’s northern
Declination
We can’t live angling back
We’ll only know eternity ahead
It’s our way
Don’t like it, take it up with God
If, tremulous, you can ask about the manners
In creation
Motion lives
Rest, that’s important
Forward, then, is not that way
But this
C L Couch
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Turning Time
It’s late in October, isn’t it
The season soon enough will be half over
No other season calls to itself so much
In northern parts at least, everything to say
We’re done for now
Cover us and let us rest
Autumnal residents
October people
C L Couch
Vincent van Gogh – Les Alyscamps: Falling Autumn Leaves 1888
Sum-sum-summertime
(summing up a season)
It’s the end of summer
And I think of picnics
And camping out and camping
Whose root word means
Field, I think
I think of all the food I had
Outdoors
And mostly enjoyed
And it makes me wonder about all
The dirt I’ve eaten
How many pounds by the end
Of each lifetime
Several pounds, I’m sure
Maybe more
I don’t mean to be gross
I don’t think it is
For good or ill, we inhale the planet
We consume its parts
I don’t mean a gluttony
But symbiosis
We need each other, the Earth and I
We are a reason for each other
An empty Earth does little good
Less so an absent home
In any season
C L Couch
the image is or was from the site of New Hampshire State Parks; while there are many fine images there, I couldn’t find this one of them
The New Hampshire Division of Parks and Recreation : Camping
A Season with God
I don’t know what happens next
Neither do you
Most of you
I know the lore
I have faith
I think we’re made for now
To think mostly of now
Which is maybe why
Heaven is so distant
And raked over with misunderstanding
Like planting the wrong seeds
Allowing the weeds to grow
Until the harvest
When, you know, wheat and chaff
Is there more to say
What can answer doubt
Satisfy speculation
Excoriate cynical perspective
The thing is that
All these things are good
Curiosity deserves an elevation
If security is surrendered on the inside
Outer life might wreck from time to time
Inside life rebuilt time and again
The surgery of synthesis
Yesterday, today, tomorrow
Like or as the words by G or S, this kind
Of time
Creeps apace
And should we not be shattered
By bombs or disbelief
The day before takes root
Today become a seed
Tomorrow promises a crop
Don’t leave it here
I’d like to meet you later on
And, you know, be met
When time is all time
All days all at once
C L Couch
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