I’m Sure You Have Such Days
God is great
And on this day
I don’t feel
Great
And so much would
Rather
Rest
In God’s greatness
Honestly
And honestly
To breathe
Not through the air of
My own
Righteousness
Rather
In the justice
Come from Micah
Come from John
The prophets and the angels
Confidently
Uttering
And
For our reliance on
The voice of God
Of justice
Yes
And frankly
Closer to the core of need
Especially today
The voice
Of love
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An Angel Visits Francis
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I speak to God today
God is quiet
Not uninvolved
With nothing noisy
To contribute
Beyond the rain outside
The singing tires
The occasional movement
Inside
From a neighbor
Or from me
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I wonder when an angel
Visits Francis
How it goes
No, don’t get up
Relax the hand with the ring
No doubt you lift the office
With an instinct
Anymore
I’m here to rest with you
For a moment
To be still
You know the issues
And the crises in the world
One of us will tell you
When there are
Awful surprises
You are doing well
We are
I am
Sorry when you’re sick
The age and job
Do take it out of you
You could retire
Like your peer
Sometimes I think
He has the better part
But I don’t think you’ll give up
‘Til you have the sense
You’re done
Remember I am here
We are here
We fly around you
Dance with happiness
Or grief
You know we are not
The round things of the Renaissance
But are might beings
Wide in span
And awful
As in full of awe
To know us
And carry power
You know whose
And are ready
Should you wish us to defend
Evil forefend
Should you wish to rest with us around
And when you’re ready
To be escorted
Even carried
Home
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We are will
And we love you
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Back to me
And God is ready for your voice
When you wish to speak
Or keep it in your mind
The better things
Are in your heart
We’re told,
Which means your spirit
The spirit of the Lord
Is with you, too,
Waking or sleeping
Like the song
Agents of God
Angels and nature
Sing around you
Sometimes difficult
Impossible, it seems,
To hear
But singing nonetheless
The music of the spheres
The song that’s in your sphere
Of hope
And love
To resonate with good things
To navigate the bad
There is help
In that
In both
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Voices
When I say I
Do I mean you?
I think so
Better, I mean we,
Which is why to write this down
Oh, there’s an aiming for
Catharsis, I suppose
Even the wonderment in sharing
Engagement, interaction
Argument of the classical kind
We are dealing in close matters,
After all
But this can’t be exercise for me
No, not nearly enough
I’d keep it and never let it out
There is or should be a need to catch it
An interest in lifting the glove
I will do what I can
And hope you’ll join me in the yard
Where we can wad this up
Listen to it krinkle
Who knows, there might be have some weight
To throw it like a ball
Certainly,
It shouldn’t stove our fingers
Not for that reason
We can play catch until
It’s time to go inside
Where I’ll write something new
You can, too
I won’t persuade you
We’ll have more to talk about
And more with which to play
C L Couch
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Voiceless
Who has no voice
Has had it taken away
We cry when born
We speak into the world
Who might grab that
With metal hands
And plastic intention
Abducting
Our first talent
Who has nothing
Will take yours, take
Mine
Save for the parable
And prophecy of Nathan
In which one who has
Too much
Takes more
Takes yours, takes mine
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C is for Chorus
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Human players are tragic:
Even in our comedies, vicious
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
What we see can blind, but
Unlike Oedipus can’t self-maim
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Our role is comment for you
Who attend our seeing-place
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Like Antigone, we’re horrified
In forsaking our heroic dead
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
Cynics abandon Parnassus;
We will stay, the human voice
We bend our knee to no one;
No one surrenders to us
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