(x = space)
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Beadling
(pandemic time)
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It’s Sunday
I thought it was Saturday
Maybe you’re having this problem, too
So I should think church
(good Catholic or Protestant
Christian)
And I do
Though I don’t think I’ll go
Until the year of doing nothing
Has expired
Nothing but science and care
I do what I can
Pray for them
Send bits of money
Wait
Wish it were all over
For the living to be living
More fully
Perhaps more mindfully
Again
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C L Couch
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(a beadle, church officer, bearing
a rod with a feather at one end and a heavy ball
or other weight at the other
not for adults do we spare the rod
depending on how deeply was the parishioner
snoozing, he or she got one end or the other)
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September 6, 2020 at 7:57 pm
Though I don’t think I’ll go
Until the year of doing nothing
Has expired
This really spoke to me, as did the last five lines. Great wordsmithing, my friend, fleshing out the emotions of the times we live in. I never heard of a beadle or the feathered device, until I read this.
September 7, 2020 at 12:15 pm
Very thoughtful, Beautifully written