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2 poems about Epiphany (small e, large E) or the epiphanous
Here are two poems about this date, religiously and globally. It is Orthodox Christmas, however (and Happy Christmas!), with Orthodox Epiphany twelve days from today.
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Epiphanies
(track the Es)
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Merry Christmas
To the Orthodox
Though it is Epiphany
For the west
And west of east
Epiphany is day for
Discovery
In class we might be taught
That epiphany small-e
Denotes a moment when
Things come together
And we realize
Something grand
About life
And living
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The catalyst isn’t something
Well-known
It’s not the wedding day
Or the trip to Disneyland
Not even
Hiking to the peak
It is washing dishes
Playing with children
(don’t let the moment
get you struck
with a game ball)
Beholding the postal carrier
Who knows
Something for
Each one of us
What we realize
Is that
Life is this
And shall not be the same
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For an example
You might have missed
In school,
Stephen Daedalus
In Portrait
Espies a woman by the water
No one he knows
And will not see again
Yet he discovers
Realizes
How the world is
And his part to play
While she is not Arthurian
And Excalibur
Is not presented from the water
The scene is ordinary;
No one else could
Tell
And we know
Because we have the story
Only here
Not worthy in a ledger
Or a history
Or an age
Or of a people
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It might be
That each of an
Arthur
Or a king
Between genders
All of us
And one by one
But that is an essay
To argue a metaphor
For an assignment
As Arthur learns a destiny
For Camelot
So we discover
What we have
In a realm of one
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Could this be
A partnered thing?
Modernism
Would say no
But now that we are post-,
Why not?
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Epiphany large-E
Means discovery
As the Magi come upon
The child Jesus,
Understanding all the prophecy
That hinted in a star
And in old narratives
That someone
Would be here
To change the world
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There is another such
(same day)
Recalling Jesus with
His cousin John
And baptism by the Jordan
Jesus is grown now
And insists
His cousin dedicate
Jesus with water;
John demurs,
But Jesus shall have it in
No other way
And when the water pours
The sky opens
There is a dove descending
And a voice to hear
Announcing
And approving
Jesus to God
And back to Earth
This is the discovery
(large E)
For him
The prophet
And the human world
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For us beholding
Realizing
Changing us
Perhaps
However evangelism
Falls
Like a descending dove
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The Patrick’s Day Party
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Today is the sixth
Of January,
A date that could live
In infamy
But won’t
The government is stable
Except for Republicans
And Democrats
Who decided that
Polemics is the better
Form
Of politics
Shall there be a conservative
Democrat?
Shall there be
A liberal Republican?
By no means
Not here
Not now
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Perhaps it’s time
For other parties
Our parent founders
Did not have in mind
Only two
We could bring back Whigs
I don’t know
What Whigs are
I still imagine them
In wigs
Of a past design
The Know-Nothing party
Is too on-the-nose
For how things
Go today
The Federalists?
The Loyalists?
The New-Year’s-Eve?
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I’d go for the
Saint Patrick’s Party
We could all wear green
To treat each other
And our planet green with
Sainthood
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C L Couch
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Photo by Malcolm Lightbody on Unsplash
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January 6, 2023 at 5:56 pm
Happy New year
January 6, 2023 at 7:00 pm
Thanks–Happy New Year!
January 6, 2023 at 7:54 pm
Wonderful and have a happy New Year.
January 6, 2023 at 11:03 pm
I call it synchronicity, the way Jung reconciled spirituality and psychology and maybe even a bit of science thrown in. It’s how I’ve always experienced God.