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Momentum

(for friends)

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You know,

I write several things

A day

And then choose

One of them

Some days I only write

One thing

And I use that

I tell myself that if there’s

Nothing, then I won’t

Have anything

To share

And that has to be

All right

Occasionally, that happens

Not so often

If I have access to my

Small machines

Among them the device

Inside

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I say this because

This is where I am today

Not quite Pooh Corner

I admit

I cannot do everything

I want and like the apostle

Sometimes I do

The thing I hate

Though I think it’s more

That I don’t do

The thing I want

Even love

To do

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I could ask

Where is the energy

Of youth, that

Sweet bird,

Though I think we know

That energy is finite

Like the push-pull

Universe

And that we always tire

So we

Run the race we can

Then rest

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I know

You’re at the

Starting line

With me each day

I want to be with you

We go

And if we’re smart

We’ll rest

When there’s been enough

Join me today

Won’t you

In the race

That for us

Is cosmic laced,

Spiced, intertwined

With spirit

(or have spirit

laced with cosmic

thinking the spirit understands

either way)

The cosmic race

The spirit race

The human race

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Isaac Newton Telescope on La Palma in the evening light

Photo by Frantisek Duris on Unsplash

Roque de los Muchachos, Spain

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Romans 7:14-15

(Hebrews 12:1 et al)

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Dire Invocation

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Dire Invocation

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God

Help us

We need you

Because

And when

The world is too much

And we can’t get away

For love

Of being here

Unreadiness for heaven

‘Til you say so

And we can’t live

‘Til you say so

We have to do

Other

We think you made us

This way

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Photo by Jack van der Spoel on Unsplash

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Native American Heritage Day

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Native American Heritage Day

(26 November 2021)

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Hundreds of years

And last year

Too late

And, no, first families

Weren’t always good

With each other

We’re not celebrating

Perfection

We’re hedging against

Annihilation

So much more is needed

Against the situation

Mostly

Whites have caused

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Is there hope

On reservations,

The better land having been

Cheated away?

I don’t know—do you?

Real homes for real people

Real lives

Real race

To stand alone

Or add into the melting pot—that’s

Self-determination

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Give us a day

But we’ll need tomorrow, too

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Six panel high resolution mosaic of the Cygnus region from the Butterfly nebula to the Crescent nebula. 3 hours of integration for each panel from a dark sky location in Spain. Zoom in for details in the various regions.

Photo by Aldebaran S on Unsplash

Fregenal de la Sierra, Spain

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Columbus Day Observed

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Columbus Day Observed

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I guess that would be today

Funny, I haven’t heard

About the sales

Maybe we’ve realized that

Good money after bad

Means something

That by five hundred years ago

Something scandalous had happened

Land was discovered

By the Europeans

Though it wasn’t empty

So guns and armor

Their diseases

(don’t worry—they took some back)

Conquered and destroyed

Enslaved the native life

In greed for land and gold

And anything discovered

Were they ever fooled,

The people they encountered?

Person to person

I have to wonder about that

Less discriminate weapons

Skin tone that made it easy

To tell friend from foe

Tall ships

Laden with rapacious agenda

Before and after

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My people to the north

Didn’t do much better

On touching land

That wasn’t theirs

Until they said so

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Should we give it back?

Should we go back to Europe?

For justice sake, we should

The irony that bites

Is that we came

For freedom

As well as opportunity

And for many as a prison sentence

We should have known

We used God as our excuse

To take what we wanted

Then take part

In perpetrating crimes in Africa

North and south we did this

So that prosperity

And new-empire thinking

Might belong inside the few

Who understood

New to them

The land and its resources

Should belong

Should be banked

Should be used up

Keeping pushing west

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Some renegotiating is in order

Honestly, this time

Call it reparation, call it giving back

Call it what should not have happened

In the first place

And could stop any day now

My people came from England

And from Ireland

And other British parts

They were not kings,

Though their ancestors might have been

As with us all, I imagine

They wanted service

Frankly, they wanted food

They were told the land was good

And they could have some

They soldiered

They farmed

Many are soldiering and farming, still

I don’t think

There is a going back for them

For us

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We call it now

An American story

Occasionally remembering

There is America to the north

And south

And farther south

We had it

Setting and ordering the wilderness

The denizens

Breaking treaties for cities

For estates

For colonies

Until colonies became the nations

Over here,

Another irony of freedom

But hard-fought

Adding to

The blood already planted

In the land

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And here we are:

Sliding our land into the sea

(don’t worry—it’s happening all over)

Setting fires

Ruining the air

Counting on small trees

To replace the giants

Looking far off

With universal agenda

Toward NEOs, the moon,

And even other worlds

To save us

And who will save us

From ourselves?

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But it’s all right

Everyone is wrong by now

Everyone deserves some fixing up

How about we meet

Without the windows

While the world is melting

At our hands

Around us?

How about inviting

Everyone who wants to come

To camp around this place,

Sending representatives?

How about we start the work

Around the talk

To seal in word and

In action as a fact

And a tontine

With the world?

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Give Earth a chance

Stone soup

And the favorite part of everybody’s

Codex

Come to the table, too

We leave with new orders

We give ourselves

And in the first step

And each step after

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Too good to happen?

Let’s find out

Every race, every arrival

Has a part in this

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Don’t Lose Hope

[“Don’t Lose Hope.  When the sun goes down, the stars come out.  Pastor B. Crouch”]

Photo by Tim Mossholder on Unsplash

Community Presbyterian Church Pismo Beach

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Immortal

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Immortal

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The genie

The ghost

The invisible man

Who in the sequel

Is a women

The pookah

The poltergeist

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We want something more

In the room with us

There is something more

The prophets

And evangelists tell us

We don’t have to worry

When we worry

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Invisible

Immortal

In the flesh

With presence

And with wisdom

We may not see

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We should find ways to cope

With someone who saves

Whom we cannot meet

Cannot grasp

Cannot embrace

For now

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Before the beginning

They were

They are

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Glass Cube and Dots

Photo by Michael Dziedzic on Unsplash

Lazy Creek Studios, Tyler, TX, USA

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Missio

(x = space)

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Missio

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Oh, Lord,

Too many things

Are going wrong

And yet I’m here

You are here

Things could be worse

It always can be said

And it’s true

How precious are my things

Over someone else’s?

Well, they’re not:

Not to say that

I don’t count

Maybe it’s to speak

To the preciousness

Of things,

Which are not

But life, well yes, life

Matters

It’s what we have

And all we have when

We go to the other side

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So what matters?

Maybe nothing much

Except the spirit

Except that on this side

Of things,

There should be

So much less

Suffering

Especially the kind we can

Inflict on each other

Imagining

If we didn’t start so many

Wildfires

You know that most of them

Are human-made

You know

Amen

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Photo by Alex Lvrs on Unsplash

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Job Interview

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Job Interview

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Job interview

Nervous

Will I find the place

In time?

Will I make a good

Impression?

Will I make

An impression of me?

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Will I go along

With everything?

Will I make

Promises I do not want

To keep?

Will I be wanted?

Will that be

A good thing?

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Time to

Get everything together

Hope for good directions

Go

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Everyone is a friend to another.

Photo by Anusha Barwa on Unsplash

Rourkela, India

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Abashed

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Abashed

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We say things

As we do

I’m not sure why

Maybe there is

Something to that

Small angel character

With the devil on

The other side,

Which we’ve seen and heard

In cartoons

Maybe the devil and the angel

Each tell us

What to say

We must decide

Then brush the other off

Both will come back in

The next episode

When we must

Choose again

And act accordingly

The devil, you say

We say

We don’t say

The angel, you say

Maybe in shame,

The kind

That got us

Kicked out of Eden

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Photo by serena saponaro on Unsplash

Ferrara, FE, Italia

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Youse

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Youse

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I should go to sleep

Again

I haven’t tried all night

Enjoying peace, I think

The chance to think my thoughts

Without

Explosions

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I have my coffee

And a couple of French rolls

Outside the window,

The view

Is clear

Well-defined—early morning,

Lack of humidity,

I don’t know

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In this moment

And maybe only this one,

It is a gift

I have been given

The start of day

And brief clarity

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A bite, it’s good

A sip

A thought

Trying to enjoy an easy feeling

Like slow jazz

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I hope you have a good day

I haven’t

Said that for a while

Not that

I don’t think it

Every time I do this

You deserve it

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I don’t know what

Adventures might

Be launched

Or the first steps taken

Unbeknown

Unaware

Not that it’s all romance

It’s not much romance

Really

But I think to throw a coin,

Not knowing where

The nearest designated

Well might be

Inviting you to wish

In the fine day

I hope you have

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Yes, it takes the start of day

Whenever that

Might happen, since it’s

Changeable

Some clarity in

At least two kinds

Of sky

Brief lack of worry over

Food and drink

Now something good

Can begin

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note

Youse is probably distinctive of my country.  It’s common in the Northeast.  If I were in Pittsburgh and the region there, I might say y’ins.  Apologies.

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youngsters huddling together

Photo by S. H. Gue on Unsplash x

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