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For All Souls

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For All Souls

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Soon

And very soon

It will be time for

Remembering

The dead

Los Díos de los Muertos when

Graveyards light with

Stunning light in

Some places,

Other places

Less so

For remembrance

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There will be candy

Other foods

Meals shared beside

The stones

It is Latino

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Other groups have other ways

Of memory

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For some, this becomes

A party

Like a wake

For others, city-wide

Express or digress

There will be something

It is for

Everyone

Para todos

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The community

In thanks

The ones who inspire

A lighted way

For shadows,

A way to catch our tears

But for love

In remembering

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Sugar skulls before decoration.

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saints

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saints

(1 november 2020)

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small-s day

and tomorrow

today is for the living

who keep churches going

tomorrow for the dead

who have done their work

and now have

new assignments

the capital-s people are here

as well and will be busy

on both days

if the doctrine is correct

though they should know

who they are

it’s the other ones

the ones without an alphabet

to support them

it’s, well, you and me

and everyone who’s interested

and busy

not for the sake of busyness

but the sake of her

and him

and animals

and earth

and everyone in need

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that is the ministry of saints

the living who will

slide over to the next

day for all souls

when it’s time

tragic or a relief

finally to sleep a while

before the call

a clarion perhaps

to wake us all

into revelation and the next course

of energy and will

saints and souls

to keep it intimate for now

and cosmic later on

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Praxis

Praxis

 

Something good happens

Something bad,

Something horrible

We move on

 

In our lives, good news

Or bad, sometimes horrible

We move on

 

Where are we going

That requires constant

Moving minds,

Restless spirits always

Leaving, never resting

 

In places of crisis?

 

No time taken to repair

To sit still and know

That we have talents

To make better

So many we encounter

 

Training missed in

Intuition, empathy

Things that rarely pay

 

Victories without profit

Save soothing, maybe saving

Souls

 

Next time, we might say,

As we meet

Then walk around

Needs on the street

Or next door

Or so much closer

Truly

 

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The Unforgiven

The Unforgiven

(over three hundred now)

 

Matthew kills

Two hundred eighty

In the place that Papa

Doc abused

Where the recent

Legacy of earthquake

Leaves homes

Waiting to rise

For five years’ passing

 

On toward Florida,

This is not

The succession of an

Apostle but the

Random naming of

A storm

That, anonymous,

Would rise and fall,

Slam and flood, beat and

And take the

Breathing from too

Many enfleshed

Fragile souls

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All Souls Narrative

All Souls Narrative

Picnics by the graveside, skull candy, many
lights inside the darkness, families
remembering

the dead who live again in heaven always
and with us here just now in our memorial

ways; if

family outings can be sacred, then this
is it.

There was a small cemetery across
the street from where I lived; I would

walk there and once
enjoyed a staring contest with a deer.
We’d look; whoever took a step toward
the other, the other would move back:

an hour of this, and we were done.

On another night and once a year, respectful
people would show up to place a candle
on each stone; this was

unofficial yet quietly and happily done—a
day of the dead
for the living.

There was music, too.

The deer would object, I’m sure, the
flames, the crowd, the noise
however small, and all; but

Deer has all the forest behind
and, I’m sure, its own way
of remembering, as I

remember her
in the days I have until remembrance
will be for someone else.

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All Souls, a Poem

All Souls, a Poem

A remembrance of those who are far on
And yet, like Patrick’s breastplate, who
Are over and around us
Above, below, on either side

We are not alone this day; we are
Accompanied
By those whose earthly, counted time
Is done, who
Live in kairos now
Kairotic time, the time of God

Souls, the spirits
of un-never-lived, live
On, live now, live well
Until unmeasured time
Without measure
Ends

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