rich
(not Buddy though the music’s cool)
if I can’t
know God’s will
though I ask
then
maybe it’s not that I should give up
asking but
that I should change the asking
its parameters
per se
to know that God is there and hearing
and speaking as God might
in large and infinitesimal ways
and
I don’t get it
Well
I don’t
and can ask pardon for my not being attuned
but still wanting to serve
like Merton’s famous prayer
I guess
about not know direction but hoping
that a willingness to travel by approval
might
bring approval
even pleasure
from the Lord who
then
might speak if Thomas and I and all
who aren’t in synch
might go
not recklessly
since
we have our codes and liturgies
for attending and asking
best we can
formally
and then to stay in dialogue
the spirit of it
anyway
to say
like Tevye
maybe
that and to indicate at first
that it’s okay to talk
to ask
to guess and to complain
even to posit
being wealthy people
though wealth is relative by kind
and
degree and following
and maybe
wealth is having daughters and a village
on the edge
and
rich to have our lives in love and faith
you know
by God
c l couch
Thomas Merton’s well-known prayer begins: “My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following Your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe the desire to please You does in fact please You. . . .”
Buddy Rich was a famous, fantastic drummer.
photo by Vitalii Khodzinskyi on Unsplash
Lord,
I don’t know what I’m doing
I know I often act misdirected
But where is the magic
The spotlight that tells me
I’m in the right place
And on the good way?
Came out of nowhere
I just heard that phrase used to
Sell something
A cliché, but it’s poetic
Really
Out of nowhere, ex nihilo
Philosophy
But isn’t that how you create?
Out of nothing appears
Matter
To set new flesh upon a wound or
Fill a gulley in the desert with
Water unheard-of in the
Season
Out of nothing I was made
The spark in emptiness that fused
A spirit to new cells,
And I am here
Though you’ve always been here
And I can’t say I understand that
How you are in the charges
Of my neurons
And the pulses of my heart
And over Earth
And through the universe of chances
Although I still feel useless
And pathless
For the Gethsemani contemplative
It was enough to know
Random instincts somehow speak to
Providence
That isn’t me
I’m not so smart
Or self-sufficient
Maybe
He wasn’t, either
We both want to know
And what do we find out?
We wander an agnostic landscape
Step toward uncertainty
An answer in a
Moment
And for the next,
Maybe
Will that do?
For us, it has to
And bold enough, if cautious
To go beyond the mortal shell
To tread in a fossil sea
To take a walk on Mars
C L Couch
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