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Mortal Timing

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Mortal Timing

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It’s cool today

Thank goodness

I am thankful

I guess I can’t haiku this

No artful three-line

Praise

Or only observation

Out of nature

Yet nature should be thanked

We are lucky in this hemisphere

Just now

North enough

And south enough

(ecumenically)

Praise fall’s invocation

Of bright colors

Praise the God

Who shows us grace

With autumn

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Someday

The seasons mesh

Their virtues celebrating

All together

How trees will bear fall colors

While serving new life below

As spring

And summer

Under winter’s cover

We don’t know

(maybe there will be quarters of

seasons’ perfection)

But it is heaven

And new Earth

And these miracles will work

Like clear gold

In the streets of

New Jerusalem

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The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each made of a single pearl.  The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.

Revelation 21:21

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armageddon morning

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armageddon morning

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all earthly alliances

whose treaties are for war

in violation

with a claim

to win the world

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God will fight us

weeping

with the rain

no doubt of victory,

would rather gather us

on a field

for celebration

will take the victory

if we shall give it

insisting we are right

in no other way

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dawn after

final skirmishes at night

surrendered remnants will

be healed

and taken home

surprising what was won

in defeat

who was the foe

we battered in the dark

who struck

who struck

we have forgotten

or will forget

with a will

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the place is clean

Earth an altar

all other altars served

without knowing

the template

last sacrifices needed

and these weren’t

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we will come home

quiet first

names

and wounds

the celebration shall come

later when renewed

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when we awake forever

a universe

to get to know

and new assignments

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there is a party

only for an age or so

inside new heaven

over new Earth

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Presenced

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Presenced

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It should not come to this

But God

Rescue us

With miracle

Maybe miracles all around

Friend and foe alike

Even on the blooded field

Now turned

For fallow ground

Ready for

New planting

New heaven and new

Earth

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Homers

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Homers

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A brother gone

Another brother going

Like homers from the park

What’s on the other side

Of the stadium,

We wonder

Though we know

The town outside

The city of disorganized noise

With the ritual

Inside the designed

Space

With bases and a plate

Clean lines

Maintained swarths of green

This is what we know

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On the other side

Is chaos

And unknown

There are streets in heaven

There might be traffic patterns

Something to guide

The hit,

The sail home

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Deception

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Deception

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A devotional

Means devotion

Means devoted

Attending and obeying

A liege lord

There is one, only one

Who may pull rank

On all of us,

Stewards in the realm

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A king, one king

Call it queen

There might be jesters in

The courts of heaven

Reminding us

That foolish to the world

Is wise

Fools for stewards,

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The world, though,

Might only get angel cacophony

From those who hear

The choirs of heaven

Over the fields

And do not believe

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The shepherds

They are wiser

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“Electromagnetic Crown”

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Paradisal

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Paradisal

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God, love us

From afar

And in our cells

From walls to nuclei

Better than gravity

Your affection

Keeps everything together

Not that the loss

Is chaos

Everyone needs chaos

From time to time

But you know that

You know us

Made us for chronos

And for kyros

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In time

(both kinds),

We shall know all

Certainly beyond

The truth, beauty of Keats

We’ll know the beauty

In rushing fear

As well as the bridge

That rescues over

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We’ll have something

Of the knowledge

You meant

To bend the tree

In its own time

And yours

And ours,

Once ready

We’ll have it right

And better yet

We’ll know the love

The makes it

And respects it

Living the lessons for us

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After the nightmares

When dreams lead

To healing wakefulness

New plans for action

We may make

Together

All togetherness,

The good

The sanctioned

The unplanned

That makes a heaven and an

Earth

At first

At last

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Yellow Leaf Mid-Air

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An Appointment with God

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An Appointment with God

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I don’t’ have so many appointments

Lately,

For which I’m grateful

In a time of my kind of PTSD,

It’s the weight of stressors

I don’t have to bear

So much

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To get there

To show up on time

To be here when I’m called

To have everything I

Might be needing

Relieved of this

Makes for a better day

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I’d like to live easy

I don’t have much

But to have time

And on the flip side

Lack of bother

On the A side

Coffee and toast

And morning

And a day for you

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Someday will arrive

I keep forgetting

You will arrive

To take me to home

By then,

Maybe I shall be glad

Meanwhile, I keep my faith

With me and then I

Hope with

The Amish

Who say, one by one,

I hope so

When asked about assurance

Of salvation

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I think it was the poet Julia Kasdorf, as I may have said before, who told me about the typical response when Amish are asked the salvific question.

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Waves

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Frankreich

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Presuming Invitation

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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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The Forest Rounding Heaven

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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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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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