two poems about help


once cadging up

God
you got me moving
if only a little

that you’d have me take more steps
and reach within my limits
if
all right
on the inside first

too many things are plain
yet I can’t see with any sense
worldly
or
soulful clarity

too easy to feel down
and
while there
from looking up at shapes there
perilously blurred
while what is
to see
is round confusion and so
where
is the way
I cannot get for
steps
or if there were a ladder hiding from
me
existentially concealed
and who’s to say
for ears
to hear

look
there is the way


still in prayer

tired

too tired to look up

too doubt-pressed

if
something about the hills and rescue
though I think that is reaction
wishful
thinking for a rescue
that in a better
mind we know that if comes
it shall come
from
wherever

any direction
of
one source

then why to look at hills
maybe to inspire
prayers
in
nature

sign of encouragement
by the sign of rising
earth


c l couch


. . . from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.

Psalm 121 1b-2
KJV

(some think question and response)


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