Petition
While I slept, I slept
It’s not so easy anymore
Being tired isn’t enough
I need to know something was
Done
While I was awake
Nothing monumental
Something small will do
Something small I might have done
For you
C L Couch
Petition
While I slept, I slept
It’s not so easy anymore
Being tired isn’t enough
I need to know something was
Done
While I was awake
Nothing monumental
Something small will do
Something small I might have done
For you
C L Couch
n.b.
There is nothing to say
That hasn’t been said before
But if I feel something new,
I’ll try
With what I have
To say what to the world
Is the same old thing
C L Couch
A.D. 623
(I was looking up the area code)
a princess died
which sounds saddest of all
though loss through war should matter
more
but there’s a story here
to push my human heart
to wonder
and to wander through
the leaves to find the source
and grow a memory
for you
C L Couch
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/623
psalm 4-something
too tired for capital letters
proper phrasing and
reliable numerals
I extend my hope
my hand is open
will I have it when I draw it back
will it be empty with some taken off
will it be an open plain upon which is
something of a gift
something to keep me going
source of sustenance
symbol of believing
even the lines on my palm
might tell me as they intersect
that patterns are really chaos
without some understanding
nothing gnostic or occult
no wise artificial secrets
only openness, like a hand,
when the act is fragile
ready to receive whatever
you place on me to do
Pagsamo
Beggars can’t be choosers
If wishes were horses, then
Beggars would ride
Don’t look a gift-horse in
Its mouth
So we should beg for mouthy
Horses
And for wishes
I think I’ve begged, when I’ve
Been scared the most
I begged for life—I begged
For life with you
I begged more than once
For more than one
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Psalm 46
A new world comes
And some would say
It’s here
By your hand, we might
Live in better days
The images we make
For politics or
Entertainment
Are wrung through
With shiny fakery
I think our new day
Will arrive,
Lord,
When we learn to say
I love you to the ground
And to the air
And to the wind we
Cannot see but truly
Feel and have:
When we learn the
Value of unseen things,
We can say I love you
To each other
Then your new day is
Manifest
Psalm 45
singing this song for you
I don’t mean to sing about the
Other, compelling as that value is
I don’t mean a covered-over me,
Secret subject I would rather
Talk about
I mean you, first—my friend,
Lover, maker, and my better
Half (so to say) except that you
Are all
Now, secondly, to you, who you
Are extended from the words
Were it not for you, there would
Be none of this
For all you are and what you are
Not
The rest is not silence (should
Shakespeare wonder), not if
There’s Interacting
We are at this moment closer to
The one who, all-relating, started
The first process, requiring more
Than one
This Is What I Care About
This is what I care about
Family—three brothers, sister,
Brother-in-law, sisters-in-law,
Too
Niece and nephews, two
Children in the next generation
Four dogs for now, no cats
I know of (since mine died)
Friends—those who have
Work and those who need it,
Who are healthy and who
Struggle to get through the
Day without so much pain
Neighbors—those who make
Up my community and those
Who try to disfigure it
Peace that hardly yet prevails
Love and grace that it might
Abound
God who doesn’t need me
But regards me as one part
Of creation, anyway
And you
For so many reasons
For I know that you care, too
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