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Blessings
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God is good
We say this
I think more people have more
Ways to say that
God is great
Maybe that sounds too much
Like a battle cry, so
USA suburbanites say
At grace
That God is good
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We like the notion of
God as our friend
And God is our friend
Jesus has said so
Maybe those with God
But without God as a person
See this attitude
As thankless
Even while we’re thanking God
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We lack perspective of
The God who leads us into
War or will take us to
A majestic place called paradise
When our impersonal
Services are done
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It’s hard for us
With God as a person
And a friend
To think about torn flesh
In crucifixion,
Muscles pushing the lungs
To breathe
Blood flowing everywhere
And visceral humiliation
But this is what we did to God
Don’t try to place it on a group
We all took part
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God our friend
Jesus whom we love
We killed him
And forgot the resurrection
Buried him away
And felt satisfied with that
Or mourned
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So desiccated doctrine
That while hiding
Satisfied or scared
We wouldn’t take a drink of news
That it was not all over
Never had been
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The women and a man
Were first witnesses then heralds
Met with skepticism
Most likely scoffs
Maybe cursing
Sanhedrin and the Romans would
Have strategized
Large human spiders among webs
While closer disciples
Struggled (badly) to perceive
To understand the words
That spoke to sights and sounds
And all sensations
From the encounters at the rounded
Tomb of Joseph
Whose first resident was gone
An absurdity, if not a crime
Of action
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Our rabbi
Our teacher and our friend
By his own words three nights ago
Has been taken
That’s the best disciples’ thoughts could do
Modern minds would have done no better
Except to maybe add a layer of
Arrogance to it
Because in the here and now
We know better
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Well, there was a disappearance
Then the appearing happened
God with us again
Immanuel
Where had God gone?
Nowhere in particular
Maybe to harrow hell
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God with us again
And, by the way,
Is God
Majestic and inventive
Fear and love beholden
From souls and minds
And anything that moves in us
That breathes
That has being
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C L Couch
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August 25, 2020 at 9:47 am
oh this felt like a poetic sermon. words we needed to hear time and time again because we are forgetful.