faith shares mystery
should persecution follow
is love offered saved
pink and lace and wine
this day as romance might hope
into tomorrow
c l couch
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Partial Recall
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How many things I’ve missed
In the last few days
The Lunar New Year
Valentine’s
The birthday of my mother
She died thirty-eight years ago
Shrove Tuesday
Ash Wednesday
Diagnoses take their toll
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Today the rover Perseverance
Lands on Mars
I should see and hear that
And all the other days
Will have gone by
Love in the time of plague
To contemplate while waiting
In her office
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We go on
We sigh, we breathe
We go somewhere
Where there is no breath
Unless we bring it with us
Then we craft it
Inside something like
New wineskins
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C L Couch
(2/18/2021)
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Photo by Lucas Myers on Unsplash
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Valentine’s is Tuesday. A day whose origin is in sacrifice and martyrdom. In the pesky chapter of Ephesians, it’s how the role of husbands in marriage is described. Like the role of Jesus to the church, his bride and for whom he gave his life. The saint exchanged messages of love from his prison cell with his followers outside. (Who knows but someone might have been in jail with him.) Red is not for romance but for the color of the final cause. Enjoy the greeting cards—I will—and chocolate. And flowers for an augur of spring in the north. But there are higher things to think of, among them how we love this day. And to the next.
C L Couch
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