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Presuming Invitation

(x = space)

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Presuming Invitation

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Dear citizens of heaven,

I hope to meet you

One day

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I mean, I believe;

But like the Amish who

Respond I hope so when asked

About salvation,

I too am not taking anything

For granted

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But I do look forward

(if not too forwardly)

To understanding

Golden streets that are

Transparent

And how a person (Jesus)

Might be a building,

Too

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And if you don’t mind,

I’d to visit the renewed

Earth that revelation

Promises;

Maybe I could be assigned

There for a while

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And what about the rest

Of the cosmos?

How much fell,

And how much will be restored?

I hope there are tours

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I hope I might be allowed

To journey on my own

Or with a few companions,

Maybe newbies

Such as myself

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All this is presuming, I

Understand;

And maybe nothing’s like

The screen that I see

Through for now

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C L Couch

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Photo by Dewang Gupta on Unsplash

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The Forest Rounding Heaven

(x = space)

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The Forest Rounding Heaven

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On my way to heaven,

I walked into a clearing in

The dark and then heard

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Music and saw shapes of

Beings gathered; then the

Clearing shone with

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Silver, moonlight having

Cleared away, it seemed, some

Heaviness in clouds;

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Then I saw they were in

Front of me, why, animals

Of all kinds: some playing

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Instruments, the rest stepping

Freely, animated as I

Perceived by the zeal of

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Knowing they were free of

Hunger and the need to

Watch over their shoulders

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One came up to me, a

Raccoon who knew my

Language and must have

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Noticed both my wonder

And confusion—“Hello

And welcome,” said the creature,

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“We are here at last, aren’t

We?” then she or he said more,

“No longer do we have

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To eat the best we find

In trash, and we don’t have to

Worry about predators

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Or mischief from your class,

Sorry for offending”—opening

Arms to the circle,

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All the groups in pairs and

Threes and fours inside, “Please

Join us in the dance;

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Don’t worry, none of us is good

At this”;  I saw all the turns

Taken awkwardly,

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Squirrels twirling atop

Badgers, dogs embracing

Mountain lions, hares with

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Other hares, with wolves

As well; I didn’t know

How long it would take

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For all of them to tire–but

I had to move along,

Which after tries at stepping

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To magic tunes and dancing

Without shoes, I did;

I walked farther and further

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On toward what heaven

Might have for me—for

My kind and one by one

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C L Couch

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Photo by Donald Giannatti on Unsplash

Driving through the Laguna mountains as the sun rose in deep fog. This little glen had a mysterious and quiet feel to it.

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Hearting R.B.G.

(x = space)

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Hearting R.B.G.

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Ruth Bader Ginsburg

Has died

And we should be sad

Not clawing over each other

Rending into politics

For her replacement

On the bench

She died

At the end of the last year

It being Rosh Hashanah

Now

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The thing that lurks

In the swamps of Washington, D.C.

Has not praised her

As much as it

Can only praise itself

Older, white, male, fat, ugly

She was slender and knew

How

To live her age

And beyond her age

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A person for the ages

And for agelessness

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I hope for the court in heaven

She is excused

Having served already

An eternity on Earth for

All pre-heaven people,

Though God and she could

Talk about

All the thorny cases

Here on Earth

Two old, wise, strong, gentle souls

Who understand

Each day’s re-creation of

Love, justice

Love for justice

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C L Couch

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Photo by Casey Clingan on Unsplash

Purvis, United States

This is a shot that I took from my front yard of the Great American Eclipse of 2017.

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Saving Graceland

Saving Graceland

 

 

1, Give It Up

 

And there are the things that happy

Anyway

Bad things, starving things

Taking from life, risking faith

At each turn

We lost someone close

We lose a job

We lose a place

We lose what we thought

Were good associations

We lose something in ourselves

 

We lose some health

We lose materials we think we need

Because we do

And where is belief in this,

Where are you?

You’re here, but we don’t know how

So we give up

Or don’t embrace in the first place

Because there’s honest reason not

To take hold

We might even curse God

Denial

Or the arranging of an adversarial relationship

From then on

We take down faith symbols that were

Totem as well as decoration

No beauty there

In truth,

No more

 

And what’s to bring us back,

To move us on?

We’re grown up, we don’t need you

We only need ourselves

Maybe with like-minded

Maybe not

 

 

2, Restoration

 

I don’t know how each one

Might come back

Or start at all

I mean, there is confession

And repentance,

But what about when no one’s

Done anything that’s wrong?

I don’t mean venial

Considerations

I guess I mean victims

Who comes back from being robbed

Of life,

Of living goodness?

And if there were no faith

But awful things have happened,

How might it begin?

 

A blank slate would be easier

To mark on with good lessons

Or reason through

Someone’s apologetics

That happens, and it needs to happen

But wondering from a point of loss

Of theft

Of trickery

Or manipulation

Then believing again

That everything with truth and beauty

Might return to the mind’s eye

The vibrations of the heart

All the evil stuff to be forgotten

No, that’s not going to happen,

Though there might be mitigation

For a start

 

 

3, Landing

 

A favorite way in stories to rid oneself

Of evil is through laughter

For evil characters often hold

Themselves and what they think they have

Too seriously

An argument of one that must be global

 

Humor, a healthy kind

Even if delivered in exasperation

Cuts through the agenda

Exposes the lack of clothing on

Self-styled emperors

Not that it’s the only way

Or on its own an anodyne

But healthy humor

Like right thinking

Goes a way toward righteous victory

Perhaps in metanoia

 

Though there should come

A sober time for reflection and

Decision

Or (and) simply to feel it through

Faith is funny

Worse, it’s foolish

Even if it shows the way

Turn over folly

To find some wisdom

The way some lies are best understood

Simply in opposite consideration

(take out the “not” or put it in

around each lie)

A different kind of foolishness

Made wise

Toward what we need

And where to have it, here

And on the other side

In certain testimony,

Something about rooms in mansions

 

Finally, though, we must face the hurt

We won’t want to, which is a good

Sign

We’re on the way to something real

Don’t worry about being smart enough

Unless it’s also made aware

How to get smarter

Don’t let your ego, on another hand,

Make choices for you

Finally, you know, it’s faith

It’s choice

It’s a choice we make

It’s the kind of choice that anyone can make

And if you think someone cannot make that

Choice for deficiencies,

God will think this, too,

In God’s way

 

Nothing needed will be withheld

To guarantee the offer

Or the taking

We all can be there in

Graceland, one by one

And all together, starting

The process anytime

 

C L Couch

 

 

Photo by Mahmudul Hasan Shaon on Unsplash

 

graceland

graceland

 

god’s grace

I don’t know how to write about it

as ineluctable

I don’t understand it as a gift

a safety valve on condemnation

a release from hell without

the harrowing called-for

 

we sleep

(perchance to dream)

we wake up into heaven

more than grace for meals

more than meals

more than food

or any sustenance on earth

’til earth renewed

 

for now a taste

that, distilled through mortality, is

a taste that saves

remarkably, a savor

of the lord

 

c l couch

 

 

 

Photo by Kevin Bluer on Unsplash

Nellim, Finland

Moon and Northern Lights Glowing Through Trees

 

three poems about light

three poems about light

by C L Couch

 

 

The Light We Make

 

White lights

Illuminate too much

I don’t like them

In headlights or in overhead neon,

Especially

Where is the dawn

That softly cascades on all

Things below

If it’s an emergency,

That’s one thing

But for day-to-day, why

Can’t we have gold

Freely delivered from

Heaven’s treasure

Or more homely manufacturing?

 

Better the dawn, I think,

For inspiration

A glimpse of visioning like

Angels,

A reason at the start of day

 

 

 

Galadriel Comes to Rivendell

(a Middle-Earth lyric)

 

In a penultimate age

Galadriel comes to Rivendell

To toast with Elrond

A Elbereth Gilthoniel

Whom shell they be meeting soon

On the first shore

Of unending

Once upon a timeless time

And everlasting

 

Well done, the half-elf declares

I knew you were hiding by

The gate

Hidden by my host, she corrects

They would not bear

To evidence my presence

So far from the

Golden wood of home

Where, alas, Celeborn remains

 

But ready, comes the declaration

From the host, back to the

Final battle,

Always ready, and she smiles

 

All our allies had not yet

Arrived

I would have gone to them

 

You would have commended

Or commanded all of us there,

I wonder

 

I would not have said a

Word

 

The authority of your magic

Is the message

In elvish silence

 

Even better, I think?

She sipped

 

And so they talked, old friends

As much as majesty and crusade allow

While the night inside faded

Outside a new day already

Transpiring

That would no longer know them

Might they leave

 

Yet a hint of Hollin

Goodness might remain

Where they once passed

 

[all the rest is benediction and epilogue]

 

So their time

Our time

An age between

Rises at dawn

Under a yellow, mortal sun

No longer blessed

By characters

And presence

 

A benediction before

They leave

All doors open wide

To welcome gratitude

Or rudeness

Mortals’ choice

 

An eagle’s blessing

Then all the keepers of blue flame

And light we cannot bear

Are gone

 

 

 

Misfit

 

The lights of heaven

Are too much for me

I cannot manage

Pure light that has other

Texture

 

I need light gobos through wisping clouds

And trees,

Dressed in motley by

All earthly forms and shadows

 

In the shade

Is fine for me

Though not in formless dark,

Please

 

Readiness for paradise

Means new lenses, I suppose

Like focusing kaleidoscopes

Or tracing light through prisms

I will adjust

Or be adjusted

By perfect agencies

Gate-keepers,

Heaven-defenders

Who see all clear

For ages, now

So will you

So will I

 

 

 

lantern

http://www.jesuitas.co/homilia_2121.html

 

Amihan

Amihan

(in Philippine, northeast wind)

 

Where I live,

When the weather

Comes from the east,

An unusual day

Arrives with it

 

Different time is allowed,

No value yet, not

Good or bad

 

Will the air be dense

With drenched nuclei,

Will the sky be sliced:

 

Will weighted water

Pummel us from above

 

Then, once cleansed—no,

Purged—and dried

 

Will we breathe

An ameliorating atmosphere

As a gift from no one

We know how to thank

 

Valued thus rendered

In innocence

 

With feet wet

From Eden’s tears,

We tread home

To do our best

To make

A heaven here

 

Word-High July: Welcome!

Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

Humaling

Humaling

(n) extreme fondness

 

What might I say to this

Endearment

 

Should it be felt toward

Me

 

I would be without peer

Except by those

Extremely loved

 

Not only loved by God

But by creation’s

Offering

 

Those who can choose

To love—and have

Chosen me

 

Perfect love is cast,

And I will have mortal

Love while in this

Life

 

May this expand

‘Til those who love

 

Encompass everything

Without condition:

 

A globe of endearment

Now

 

And heaven here

 

Word-High July: Welcome!

 

Maria of Doodles and Scribbles and I [that’s Rosema at rosemawrites] are more than excited to read your takes on the 30 Beautiful Filipino Words.

  1. Write or create a post inspired or about the Filipino word prompts.
  2. A post can be anything. A poem, a fiction, a six-word tale, or even a photo. It’s all up to you.
  3. Linkback/create a pingback to this post: Word-High July 30 Beautiful Filipino Words. Here is a quick tutorial on how to do a pingback.
  4. Tag your post with WordHighJuly, so your co-bloggers will be able to read/see your take on the prompt. Here’s how you create tags.
  5. Most important of all, read and comment to your blogger friends (old and new found, we’ll never know).

 

HOP ON and let’s all GET WORD-HIGH this JULY!

haiku and prose(story)-poem

haiku and prose(story)-poem

 

There is no war here

For those who warred have fallen

Heaven realm’s justice

 

The war in heaven is long.  This is a surprise.  It is a surprise to feel that way.  How can one feel something’s long in an eternal place?  Michael looks up, feeling tired and never feeling tired.  Michael knows those fallen to either side.  Michael knows them all.  Michael has known all the host for an ageless time.  Gabriel will be the one to tell, as Gabriel before and every time tells everything to all who hear.  War outside of Eden rages, though who wins is understood.  The end of war is known.

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