good
God is good
and
gives us good
and teaches us as well
for in
everything might be a lesson
of its own purpose
and
to promote a making thus
a maker
so then nature as gospel
its
good news
in and of itself
though
sometimes it should
appear and feel
and is
indifference
and
what shall be learned
by
scouring tragedy
except to know
that loss
seems to prevail but
by calm days and
seasons
for new growth
does not overwhelm forever
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Walden by Thoreau appeared on 9 August 1854
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easy awe
how frightened should we be of God
to know the power
that
nothing could hold against
so that a weapon of deception
is
the only choice
for devils
since nothing material
if owned
could
stand a chance as in pitching
God’s own
against
God’s own
and yet a God of love
who
waits for choosing
maybe
by still water
or in the troughs of war
or
by the bedside
when
the sickness is bad
or
with the victims of the drought
that
civil conflicts caused
or
because dry seasons happen
anyway
and that is power
too
and so to hate or love
or
frustrate the faith
for
everything that’s giving and that’s taking
God
who seems to have chosen for God
an invisible place
from which to offer presence
and so
the paradox of that
for faith
truth in the trees
or at
the hilltop where the sun has danced
and
thousands choose it is
the bright and
even painful
show
of God
show for
real
and for them proof enough to choose
and
now
for the rest
only with evidence unseen
and filtered through a dark glass
of our insight
at
best
and what we shall believe
while love even to forestall power
awaits
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taste and see
taste anything
and
in the savor
or simply end of hunger
to know
that God is good
having
made all things for food and
us
that in relationship we might exist
and
when there is enough
to thrive
and not
to discount farming
or
cooking or anything by way of preparation
even the stance we take
the setting
for
a meal
a snack
a drink of water
what
have you
throughout everything to keep us alive
there is goodness
from
a good God
who
first made us that way
and
though fallen
we live and consume
and are nourished
then
to rise
and if it’s bread and wine
let
that be enough
to start
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Psalm 34:8
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to near
nearer
my God
to thee
line-making by me
speaking to God
a prayer
this is the aim of the singer
and the sayer
same folk
together though for those who fear one’s singer
could read or hear
and
share along
which counts as prayer
as
worrying over what may count
should
go
there is mention of a cross on the way
or I guess
to
finish it and a rock cited for
rest
while yet on Earth
then to find that everything’s renewed by
the greater faith
that we
acknowledge
and
through salvation join
which is by
will
and what is near is imminent
for
concern or for jubilation
an attitude that’s
set by
choice and then by
eventual
to wait
as one who’s
still
and also one who serves
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“Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!”—first line of the hymn, from which the title’s taken (the poem was written, arranged, and published in the middle 1800s)
the hymn was reported by survivors of the Titanic to be the last hymn played by the ship’s ensemble
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1 Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
2 Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
yet in my dreams I'd be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
. . .
the wild wood
there is a church there
according
to my mother’s favorite hymn
I’m not
sure if the church is
supposed to stand against the wild
or
to complement somehow
as in the kairos
of God
in
creation
and I imagine church is for order even to call
the program that
and
often that is how peace is associated yet
the day an age of having made
well
everything by God’s design
and by the will and by
the hand
for
actual or metaphor
and since we cannot measure cannot
count
so many things
and
good we try
for many
maybe it is mystery the mind
and the enactment
of God that from a mortal distance we can guess at
and
yet as a paradox of understanding
must
believe
if at all to believe
and so something uncounted in the wild
might
be acceptable
number of stems
petals
branches
leaves
while for leaves we might count pages
in our books
and
have the ordered time together
though in between
the solid
and ephemeral
we
might emply a medium of
humor
to keep us honest
time
and
or
in the wild at the church
that was
my mother’s favorite
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I know the hymn as “Come to the Church in the Wildwood” (though I tend to separate the wild and wood words); it is known as hymns are known by the first line, which is “There’s a church in the valley by the wildwood.” The song, by reason of its lore, also has the name “The Little Brown Church.”
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n.b.
the song is about
a church that did not yet
exist
but was the verse-fancy of a writer
passing through
the Midwest
town and then there was a church
and yet is
my fancy
has me thinking of a Baptist church in or near
Bell Buckle
Tennessee which was where my mother
lived
and grew
and did the family go to church
I do not know
though she was
became
what have you a person of
faith
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the speculation
that God is love
and somehow that is wise
a God
to have
that world will make fun of and
withhold promotion
for the sake
of itself
against the virtue
yet
the way to live
when necessary
to profess
alone to make a job of it
or
finding friends
and so
inside the world
to hear God
and
fashion love
like sculpture or an E-I report
to credit God in all
however
large
or
small or seeming odd to credit
and through any jeer
or
other barrier
to hold fast and better yet
assail
the world with love
knowing the gates of hell
at first and by the last
shall not
prevail against it
rather by
Amor vincit omnia
to live
and wait as in to anticipate and
also
true and imperfectly
to serve
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not safe but good
sigh
what’s to keep expression of anything
from ranting in
frustration
even to sound virtuous
and
winsome
as dark forces look attractive
by temptation
as
a strategy for falling
for knocking down by fear or envy
or both
as it is
and yet there is good in the world
not
that it’s good but there are pockets
there are corners
there is
here and there with some
and could be
more
to let out hounds who yap for joy of running
farther out
and
further on
really
there is
love
that nature in the smaller ways
has taught
and is the marker and
the guide
could seem like that signpost up
ahead
or
not a twilight zone so much
rather the lamppost into
Narnia
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a trying prayer
and maybe for a Friday before Saturday or any day before another day or for the day
God
I am so through and through
as
if my nuclei
are crying for more
rest
in a way that is child-
insistent
and it is frustrating that there’s nothing to
rest into
for the body and closed eyes for
a while
so let me sleep and awake again
with
more to look forward to
that affects the how
then
there’s what we might work for or have
provided
from I think
a net of sharing
as
the better way we are connected
with respect
by
listening and encouraging
what
is needed by way of what’s missing
and so arranging
on and for
the Earth
as
well as anywhere we go
so
God provides and so
we have
the model for each other
please
amen
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incumbent
pray
‘cause prayer is good
not because
it’s perfect
but
typically it’s good for us
we think more of the world
in an asking way
so
have perspective
and
we care
though
pray for enemies as well
at
least we may
God will approve
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