To Serve with Love
(and what more)
I am very tired
Lord
And what do you have for me
Anyway
To try
And in the promises
Accomplish
Until the will is to move
Something else
Along
And there is a part
To play in
That
And with unknown others to complete
And so
Let my service for you
By
Your will
Maybe have
In part
Divine surprise
And if I suss well
Be
Satisfied
With the enormous will
I do
Or will not know
If in
A cloud
Of unknowing
C L Couch
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(The Cloud of Knowing is a medieval text of Christian mysticism.)
(x = space)
x
x
Reveals
x
I don’t know
It is a mystery
How we get
To where we get
We understand
Our choices
Ponder choices
Made by others
All around us
And what might
We figure?
What might we understand
Of agendas
Or of consequences?
Well, we’re here
We have what we have
And don’t know
What we don’t know,
Which is maybe why
Monks
And mothers
Other readers
(all receivers)
Enjoy mystery
x
If God is unknown
Then we are fine
Not knowing
Seeking answers
Or allowing
Un-answering
To guide our days
In relishing instead
The partiality
Of things we hold
Let go
Or appreciate
Even with longing
From afar
x
We have
And do not have
We wonder because
There are wonders
Such a life
Of having
And un-having
Knowing and un-knowing
We bear
And carry with delight
In curiosity
Answering in part
All awareness
Or simply going out
Or staying in
All the time
Then rest
Then go again
x
C L Couch
x
x
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x
We Are X
Dear God, what shall we do
With a new world?
Another planet
Or the realm of antimatter,
Once breached?
Huge or microscopic,
There is responsibility
Not to mention
An awareness come from something
Else, new denizens
To us
Of new worlds
We’ll make an impression
We’ll try to mask the greed
Maybe we will indeed
Send our best people
But everything we are beneath
Must surface
Might we change ourselves
(change ourselves)
In the moment of discovery?
Become better friends
Or enemies
Once someone else
Some entity of consciousness
Without doubt is known?
So supplication while we can
Please watch over all encounters
Keep our explorers safe
And when and how
The universe might need
To be kept safe from us
C L Couch
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On the Agenda
When all is gray
Not boring but not
Inspiring
Where do we go
A psalmist looks to the hills
The hills are not the source of strength
Though they look strong
Gratitude has no tone and is
Every shade
The day could be on fire, after all
The psalmist knows
But relief might come
Over the horizon
Or through cables, now
And satellites bouncing rays
Invisibly
To send the word, machine commands
Binary data for agenda-forming
Open or in hiding makes the difference
That’s a problem with gray
It’s hard to see,
Texture’s a challenge
Direction is unclear
But it could be a vacuum
Not only vacant but absconding
With material and hope
Help out with everything that’s left
Someone else’s day
Might be on fire
C L Couch
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Annie, How Do Lizards Leap?
(the answer might be, Very well)
Extra day
One day in four
We leap
With twelve lords
In British fancy-
Fashion
Well, I guess we
All own the song
By now
(Domains
Notwithstanding)
So leap—that’s
Falling with intention
Yet toward an
Unknown landing
Don’t expect
To touch down
(This is living,
After all)
On cushions
C L Couch (Coussin)
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