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clcouch123

My name is Christopher. I use C L Couch because it is a form of my name that's genderless and easier to write out. I have severe writer's cramp. I am a career educator and writer. I also enjoy (other) fine arts. I am semi-retired due to disability. I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). The main photographs at this site (of the road, of me) were crafted by photographer and friend Debra Danielson. A variety of her work is available for appreciation at http://www.debradanielson.com/.

Prayers for Alan Alexander

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Prayers for Alan Alexander

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Yesterday was A. A. Milne’s birthday

I didn’t know

And didn’t learn

Before posting time

(which sounds like horses

on the track

sorry, horses)

Anyway and, oh, bother

For not knowing

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Nothing new to pray for

Regarding supplication,

I suppose,

Except that A. A. be welcomed

Into heaven

And his boy who died some years

After and for us

Some years

Ago

And that both and all

Go on to play in

The Hundred Acre Wood

Until it’s time for honey

Then rest upon the bridge,

Followed by

Trudging up the stairs

To bed

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Sunset in the forest.

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash

Poland

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Wolf Moon

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Wolf Moon

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The wolf cries

For food, for family

For companionship

The monogamous wolf

Who knows companionship

Who knows a mate

And family

And food

And wonders why the Earth

Is barren

Crying for itself

And for its mate and family

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Crying for its mate and family

And for the barren Earth

That the community

Knows and tells,

It wasn’t always this way

There was plenty

And a law

For every living thing

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Some nights

What might the Earth and wolf do

But cry

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I thank Judith Nilan (https://stonefireblog.com/) for the inspiration.

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Photo by Marek Szturc on Unsplash

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The Way Love Is

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The Way Love Is

(Martin Luther King, Junior)

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Today is the Monday

We set aside

To honor

Martin Luther King, Junior

Whose birthday

Is close by

He is not honored for

Perfection

But for testimony

In words and action

To the truth

That we are equal

And together we can change

The world

For the better

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He was a minister

Though anyone

Who acts to change

The world

For the better

Is a

Symbol of God

His name was not

At first

Martin Luther

(talk with his father),

But anyone

Who speaks

To truth in love

Is truly on the roll

Of heaven

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We need truth-talking

And truth-acting

We need to be

Encouraged

We need to act

Together

The children of

Earth for the

Now, the next

Children of

The Earth

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Landscape

Photo by Vincent van Zalinge on Unsplash

Oostvaardersplassen, Lelystad, Netherlands

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On the First Day

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On the First Day

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It’s Sunday

The day Al Roker

Announces in

An echo chamber

I’m not sure why

Maybe his mother

Told him to

Maybe because

It’s game day

I’ll have church

In a little while

Service and Sunday

School in a virtual

(and, yes,

hopefully virtuous)

Way

And the day will continue

We’re expecting snow

In the afternoon,

Over night into

Monday morning,

Which could make

The commute

A mess

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Photo by alexey turenkov on Unsplash

Published 1h ago

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De Profundis

(x = space)

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De Profundis

(out of the depths)

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I don’t know why

I feel so sad today

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The noise above

The coming storm

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I got some sleep

Am I more aware?

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It’s Saturday

A day to play

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Yet I feel leaden

Weighed down with weights

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The kind that keep us

Sleep at the bottom

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The sea will take her dead

And raise up at the last day

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God will reach

Inside the water

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Pull us up, untie the wraps

The weights will have meant nothing

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The heavy life

Be done

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A life with gravity

A dancing partner now

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C L Couch

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פתק דחוף בין אבני הכותל: אל נקודתיים תן/תני לי, בבקשה, לחיות בחושים ולא במחשבה תודה. נ.ב. לא דחוף = “O Lord, hear my voice” Psalm 130:2 Notes to God at the Western Wall, Jerusalem Jerusalem

By zeevveez from Jerusalem – Psalm 130:2 – God's Mail Box, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36200748

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Petition under Glass

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Petition under Glass

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Liturgy is fine

Laid there year by year

Sunday by Sunday

Or Saturday, if chosen

Sometimes daily

Or whenever

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We pick the pages up

And they have meaning

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We follow nothing

When we sit

Or lie or stand

And weep the words

That matter more

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For being nothing set

In stone,

A book resting upon wood

All consecrated,

But what pouring from

The heart

Like rain or wine

Mattering more,

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The living need

The urgent cry

To God

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Photo by Bianca Berg on Unsplash

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God Inside

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God Inside

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God inside

Next to the spark

Gently suppling air

Ready for cupping

Should there be

A blast

Working through

The arteries

From outside

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Heart model to explain how the heart works to patients.

Photo by Robina Weermeijer on Unsplash

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Ultra People

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Ultra People

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I’m not an action figure

Never was

Don’t need the cape

Like Superman

Or the long coat

Of Doctor Who

Don’t need a phonebooth

To the stars

Unless I really, simply want

To explore

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Don’t have powers

Death rays from the eyes

And such

Don’t need to fly

Without an airplane

Or balloon

(though I really, really wish I could)

Don’t need to have

My brain increased

Extra organs

Added

Preternatural strength for

Fighting vampires or

Solving the universe

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I am me

You are you

Without the uniforms

Or leagues

We’re still okay

Viable for God

And planet Earth

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Puerta de Alcalá by Night

Photo by Jose Antonio Gallego Vázquez on Unsplash

Madrid, Spain

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Gambia

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Gambia

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Most of the victims

Came from Gambia,

Which is in

Africa

So if you’re not in the Bronx

Or hip to Africa

Or a citizen of the world,

You might think

Nothing to do with me

(with you)

But like the car tracks

In a race,

The threads around a badge,

The scuffs on any old thing

That’s round,

Well,

There is connection

The relationships go on

The consequences

Shared

The human race enlivened

Or withered

By what we do

What we think

You and me

Right now

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Let’s look up Gambia

And follow news about

The fire in the Bronx

That killed

So many

New Yorkers

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God take them home

While we mourn and

Work it out here

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New York Bronx fire a ‘shock in our country’ Gambia ambassador says

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Fire on the river coast, Autumn

Photo by Egor Vikhrev on Unsplash

Ivanovo, Россия

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