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Just-So Story
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God is like dust upon the floor,
Too easily swept up,
Cast out, forgotten ‘til it
Appears again
And we take it as
Nuisance
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No, it is not God
(bits of God’s creation)
But a metaphor,
Since we so easily ignore something
That is everywhere
So easily ignored
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And move to name detritus,
An inconvenience to
Our just-so lives,
Just so
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Rudyard Kipling wrote Just So Stories. Note from an English teacher.
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photo by Chalaphan Mathong on Unsplash
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Quasi una Fantasia
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More gray skies—
I know the sun is healthier
But the gray doesn’t show
The dust bunnies in
Their warrens, which
Creatures I’ve
Discovered like to roam
The place at night,
Which is why there are
So many new signs
In the morning
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Like gray skies, I’ve come
To like dust bunnies;
They do not eat real carrots,
And the only thing
Like pellets is
More dust upon the floor
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Riserva Naturale Torbiere del Sebino d’ Iseo, Corte Franca, Italia
I see you
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Layperson’s Weekend Liturgy
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Everything seems
A little off today
There are dry spots
In the roll,
And the coffeemaker
Appears to have made
Less coffee
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The sun’s a little
Too bright, the blue
A little too pale
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I see the dust too easily,
Which I’m sure
Is no one’s fault
But my own
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I’m not sure why
The hazy and hard
Parts are the ones
I focus on; maybe they
Are focusing
On me, though
By and large
I think that nature and
The world really
Don’t care, nor should
They have to
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So I’ll take this day
In my dusty, unclear
World as a gift,
Something bestowed
By what caused me
To sleep last night,
What woke me up
This morning
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Photo by PJ Gal-Szabo on Unsplash
Baseball catcher with the dust of his mitt in the air.
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Too Good a Day
(not really)
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Blue and green
And black and brown,
All in their places
It’s a grand day—
Pretty as a picture,
Some might say,
Though I think it goes
The other way around;
The dust-bunnies
Could come out
To play except that
I would see them,
Which is the drawback:
The sun is good upon
The rugs, and I can see
Everything I should
Be picking up
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Photo by Mathew Schwartz on Unsplash
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Gospel According to Rubbermaid
I just opened a box
A small container
I breathed old air that smelled of
Cinnamon and dust
That was all right
That was special
I was thinking of ancient mummy wraps
This was so much better
I guess I had it in the kitchen
Or maybe not
Maybe the box had become
A certain gift over time
Of its own
A sweetness mixed with age
I hear that happens
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Photo by Aditya Joshi on Unsplash
A picture taken at a spice stall in the famous spice market in Dubai showing an interesting pattern created by cinnamon sticks on display. With a limited light falling on the subject, the background automatically became dark creating a deep effect.
Lent 7
A week from Mardi Gras
(fat Tuesday, )Shrove Tuesday,
Fastnacht that in
Pennsylvania (USA) is a doughnut
And the observance
What did we shrive,
We shrove the house of fat
Of everything extravagant that might
Distract us
From the discipline
Of remembrance and devotion
For the coming days
Okay, so what did we really do:
We might have had our fun on Tuesday
But who’s to say the next day was
Somber
It should have been, I guess
A mood for taking ashes if for nothing else
Though there was something,
Something not to miss
The start of a new season
Not as fun as Advent
Without the fire that comes with
Pentecost
Let alone the triumph that is
Easter
There is an odd coupling as well
Since spring is starting now in northern climes
There are signs
Today there has been sudden warmth outside
There are springs of a green kind
Winter-washed
There are signs
Of nascent life
What shall we own, then
Of dust or seedlings?
Maybe we take both
To have a time of stillness and of energy
A quiet dynamo
Fueled for the change by fragrant remembrances
In growth
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DeFacto – Own work
Warwick Castle water-powered generator house, used for the generation of electricity for the castle from 1894 until 1940
Pilings
I live by piling things
Maybe you do, too
If not, you’ve saved yourself
From a lot of dust
It’s the books
I’m gleaning, though the
Stacks remaining still look
Awfully tall
And the size of some
What made me think I should
Have texts as sizable as
Tables?
And here’s the thing:
I need shelves
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