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December 2021

From Chairs

(x = space)

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From Chairs

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We look over,

see

Winter’s lower light

Break

Through

The invention of

The window

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Relief

In viewing

An out-there when

In-here becomes

Too close,

Distractions

Not enough to keep

Supernal us

From rush to and through

The stars

We know are out there, bearing

The truth

Of things

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Maybe

Especially when exigent

We hear

As well

The angels’ songs

For mortals

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Photo by Ariel on Unsplash

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Lean-To

(x = space)

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Lean-To

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Earth tilts

Unlike pinball

The other way

Then tilts

The other way

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We light fires

To appease

So that the axis

Listens

Turns us back

To growing seasons

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We’ll have winter

Now

While they have

Summer

The world is made

Of complements

As well as

Paradox

Winter summer,

Equator and the poles

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A world on which

All things hold

That must hold

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Our home

Embraces opposites

In seasons

In tilting one way

Then the other

In value for us all

And each one

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Sunrise in Iceland 11:19 this morning.

Hafsteinn Robertsson from Hafnarfjordur, Iceland – Winter Solstice, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=73751614

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Trying Time

(x = space)

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Trying Time

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Christmastime is here

Guaraldi plays to this

We shop

We pray

We put up stock

In pantries

To last throughout assembly

And the lie-in, after

After

All the franticness is done

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Christmastime is here

Days on

To get ready

Hours, minutes

Winding down

Christmas will happen, anyway,

You know

A festive day

Followed by more days

Maybe eleven

The partridge sings the day

All we have to do is sing

Along

Or, if we’re tired,

Only listen

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Photo by Jad Limcaco on Unsplash

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Advent 4

(x = space)

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Advent 4

(in pandemic time)

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The test was negative

An early Christmas present

So I’m sick with something else

A strain of flu the shot

Could not take cover of,

A cold that has

Gone deep

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A sliced-up immune system

Trauma, medication

Treatments, operations

But I’m here

And should be

For Christmas day

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And, yes, I’m thankful

I’d rather be

Knit together better

But I’m here

Have all appendages

Insides busted up, here and there

While finding aging

To be a cranky business

‘Tis the season

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‘Tis the season

The wreath is almost done

The Hanukkah lights

Have been done for days

The early miracle

The rituals continue

Lights and green and red and gold

And have I finished all the gathering

For the holiday?

You know, I think I could say

“Stop” and “ready”

Anytime

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I hope the world

Beyond sectarian

Has a fine Christmas time

The solstice will happen soon

With tiny increments toward

Spring

Cold weather

Hot toward the south

Until it chills again

But Christmastide all over

All kinds of holidays

With expectations

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Maybe we may take

Some freer, fuller breaths

Because much of the world

Is slowing down

And ceasing for a time

And, if not,

We can imagine

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Fill the time

With something good

With something stopped

With easy joy

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Photo by Grant Whitty on Unsplash

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The Outside Test

(x = space)

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The Outside Test

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Well, I took the test

I’m waiting

She was very nice

In the lot

Outside the hospital

Yesterday,

Telling me the unpleasantness

To come

With the probe (or whatever

it is) involved

She was right

She went back inside

With whatever part of me

To read

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I had to call with symptoms

(a friend said so)

I was told to come

Then

I drove away

Got out of the car

Still ambulatory

(thankful)

Now I wait

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Photo by Jusdevoyage on Unsplash

Japan

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Word Processing

(x = space)

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Word Processing

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In the beginning

There was God with the host

There were earth, darkness, abyss

And water

There were words

To explain

To initiate

Decrees

Then division and formation,

Creation as we know the story

Happened

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Later when the story’s told again,

We will say

Everything was made

With a word

The word could have been gravity

Or love

It was love

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(Einstein is quoted claiming that the greatest force in the universe is not gravity but love.)

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Photo by David Carboni on Unsplash

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Paradisal

(x = space)

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Paradisal

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God, love us

From afar

And in our cells

From walls to nuclei

Better than gravity

Your affection

Keeps everything together

Not that the loss

Is chaos

Everyone needs chaos

From time to time

But you know that

You know us

Made us for chronos

And for kyros

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In time

(both kinds),

We shall know all

Certainly beyond

The truth, beauty of Keats

We’ll know the beauty

In rushing fear

As well as the bridge

That rescues over

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We’ll have something

Of the knowledge

You meant

To bend the tree

In its own time

And yours

And ours,

Once ready

We’ll have it right

And better yet

We’ll know the love

The makes it

And respects it

Living the lessons for us

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After the nightmares

When dreams lead

To healing wakefulness

New plans for action

We may make

Together

All togetherness,

The good

The sanctioned

The unplanned

That makes a heaven and an

Earth

At first

At last

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Yellow Leaf Mid-Air

Photo by Sandis Helvigs on Unsplash

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Wednesday Invitationing

(x = space)

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Wednesday Invitationing

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Will you join me for

An hour or so?

We’ll sip something

Look at nature

Listen

Listen to each other

I want to know how

You’re doing

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Good, clean fun

We’ll laugh

We’ll tell stories

Maybe laugh some more

Maybe we’ll share words

From each other’s

Secret language while

Magic

Words proven beyond us

Are written

In the sky

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Then afterward sun

And cloud move

Toward

The end of day

As if they have

A syncopated plan

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Electric Spiral Energy System

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

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Holy Families

(x = space)

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Holy Families

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Candles lit

Season’s days are counted

It’s easy, given the

Days, to think on

Family

The sacred family

The holy family

Set apart

Unusually constructed

Older husband

So it’s said

Check the old windows

His hair is thinning

Brown to gray

She in blue and white

Meaning peace

And youth

How often

That may happen

And the child

Born to the mother

Not the father

Though he will be the

Father as that

Matters day to day (and

it matters greatly)

A boy

Who grows

Then moves apart

To heal

And to teach

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This is the family

With the child

Warranting visits from

Shepherds

And from magi

With the calls of angels

Splitting the sky into

Pieces of cosmos

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A family

Spirit-set

And in that way

Each family is

A holy family

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Loretto Motherhouse (Nerinx, Kentucky) – Seven Dolors stations, Station 2 – Flight into Egypt

By Nheyob – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=34985128

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