Lent 23
I’ll look at it again
Often I don’t
Sometimes I do
It is the way of things, I guess
Conceit, deceit
To give us time and
An excuse for time
And a belief
Not misguided
That our contributions matter, which
Lends credence to our
Putting something off
With a promise
To return
Because the thing needs us
Maybe it does
If not, maybe we do
And that’s our need
C L Couch
agenda by Guilhem from the Noun Project
The Cost of Velocity
Wind is all around
Thanks to a machine
I’ll take it
Because sometimes if
We’re lucky, this
Is what we get
Maybe a mountain top would improve
Sensation
But like organic food, so-called
The fashion of the moment
Trips and climbs can’t be
Afforded
Time and money
Abrogated in favor of, you know,
Food (of any kind)
With the need to stay in place
C L Couch
Photo by Amanda Sandlin on Unsplash
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
Season Wallpapers 2 – 1920 X 1200 | stmed.net
If Only, If Only
if only, if only
the stars weren’t so lonely
with great space between
tell me, what does it mean
might we now in time
be closer than rhyme
inspired by Annie at What the Woman Wrote
(https://whatthewomanwrote.wordpress.com/)
and Louis Sachar in Holes
(Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1998)
Psalm 21
song for a gift
Lord, thank you for this
time in which I may
wander without engagement
calendar in hand
I am engaged
without assistance
learning in a deeper and
kairotic way
about these things
whose making we call
Earthly life and time
Equinoxing
It’s so weird
Weirding
To watch the sun pass over
In front of the house
On its way west
So early in the day
But that’s how it is
This side of the planet
With the way we keep
Time and the pereceptions
Realized this way
What if we measured differently
What if we went by lunar time
As many do
Or simply measured seasons
As they felt
Would this day seem so strange
Knowing, as it is, that by three
This afternoon, it will look like
Early evening
Without standard time and
Saving time without the skill
To measure nanoseconds
Would passing moments feel
Differently feel righter
As we might know the
Passing and the tilting
Of our earth
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