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Allowancing

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Allowancing

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Should the

Spirit lead

Should an angel say

So that we rest into

Advice

From listening

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Pointers of direction

For the way

This is a response from prayer

Or simple stillness

Being still

Into the world, into night

Into the quiet blue of day

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Whatever time

To step outside

To step inside

Creation’s bands

The movement of the universe

Let it ride

For us

For a while

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We rest within

We rest without

We try to listen with disinterest

(not un-interest)

For a while

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If we get something

It’s a gift

Treat with care

Treat with confidence

Now get up

Carrying the lightness of a gift

Into the world again

Into time

(kairos into chronos)

Into hours of the day and night

Into chores

Into decisions

Into life

Into peace

Or needs be war

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Not worrying a win

But plainly things are better

If no new rewards

Maybe a win for all

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Peace to You

Now are the times of Orthodox Easter, Passover, and Ramadan.  Praying for blessings to all the faithful.

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Peace to You

(John 20 and elsewhere)

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Peace to you

The teacher showed up saying

Peace

If God appeared

In the room

We were in

Then words of peace

Might be needed

To still our hearts

And keep them working

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God shows up

In the room

Alive in every way

(later we’ll share meals)

Except in expectation

For we had thought

Never to see

Or hear the words again

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Scars from nails

And a spear

Maybe the marks of thorns

On the brow

God appears again

God with us again

Immanuel

The end of

Maranatha

Folk at the center of the world

May suggest

While those outlying

Hear the story

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There is life again

Three days’ waiting

We weren’t counting

We forgot

All prophecy

And understanding

Thomas,

God lives again

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Cross with Dove and Red Cloth in Pirenopolis, Brazil

Photo by Emily Crawford on Unsplash

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Anjali Mudra

(x = space)

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Anjali Mudra

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What does love say

On this or any other

Plain day?

The sun is out for now

Dust is settled

Here and there

Some of the folds

In the blankets have been

Smoothed out

It is a lonely day,

And that’s all right

Not as a concession

But as a source

For small peace

That could be broken

Should the phone

Be lifted

And knowing that,

There is no desperation

A quiet day

An ordinary day

A day between the holidays

As most of our days are

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Nothing to own

Gifted

Are the seconds and

The minutes, the hours

And the dust

Our scant possessions

No matter how tall

Or deep

They can’t defeat

The mountains

Or the trenches of the deep

We can coexist

There is no point

In conquest

When nature rolls everything

At last

Into the waiting ground

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Fight it

Or have

A knowing peace

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An Odd Peace

(x = space)

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An Odd Peace

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Too much loss

Too long

Too much to rebuild

How can we face it?

But for the

Cessation of hostilities

That sounds official,

We can bear it

On our own

For each other,

Help the ones who can’t

To let them in at home

When home’s

Returned

Rebuilt

Re-welcoming

Known inhabitants

And guests

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If I woke up and

There were

Rocks outside my door

Plaster, dry-wall dust

On everything,

I’d feel a cry

If not a wail

Build up

And if there more

Blood and such

Then other instincts

Anger and assistance

While the

Keening is considered

A savage peace

For hearing nothing

Letting medicine

Take over

While I slept

Even through sirens’

Calls

The mermaid singing

The murderous intentions

Of humanity

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There would be

A day

I might walk through it

Would I be made to leave?

How would I be fed

The markets gone

And where are you?

Small parts

Of war,

And I would want

To resign it all

While also thinking

About a gun

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Photo by Museums Victoria on Unsplash

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Piecemeal

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Piecemeal

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I wish there were no war

I wish peace could abound

And not forestall

I wish we made enough

And a little more

For neighbors, strangers,

Celebrations

I wish the world were not a mess

Unless it could come out

Cookies on the other side

And a centerpiece

For a long, long table

Levels and heights to accommodate

With chairs of many sizes

Everyone invited

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Photo by Obi – @pixel6propix on Unsplash

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To Ishmael

(x = space)

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To Ishmael

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What will be left

Between

These two countries now?

What of Isaac and Ishmael

Of neighbors

And of families?

How will they get along?

Whom will they know

To trust at all?

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Will they come to a table,

Meet in a field?

Shall the words of Mizpah follow

Or better

An embrace?

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We have these words

Restoration

Reconciliation

How will we enact these

Make them manifest?

How might peace abound

While the search

For food and intact buildings

Is abundant?

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They came together

To bury their father

To bury death;

Nothing more

Broke out between

Them, then

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Might generations know

Viable forgiveness

Dead anger

Such as render borders blurred

In teary vision,

In homely

Transactions:

Dinner by

A fire that heats and cooks

With chairs left out

For friends

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Photo by Gradienta on Unsplash

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Easy Errantry

(x = space)

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Easy Errantry

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God grant

Peace for friends

And good days

Well-deserved

Because they are

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No pre-requirements

Beyond existing

Now

On Earth

Today, hopefully

Into tomorrow

All right, so an anti-disposition

Toward causing pain

In others

Wouldn’t hurt

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But beyond that

Simply be today

And have good days

Without because

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Photo by Alberto Zanetti on Unsplash

Krafla, Islanda

when I first saw the image, I thought it was upside-down; on second glance, I thought it was a painting

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Dona Nobis

(x = space)

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Dona Nobis

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I believe

And so should appeal to God

And feel peace

Though maybe the situation is

I have peace

And sometimes do not feel it

To have it

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By ZSM – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=4239269

The tallest (16.5 m (54 ft)) peace pole in the world on the campus of the Kwame Nkrumah University of Science and Technology in Ghana. It is made of a 105 years old Sapele tree. 5 languages (Twi—a local language in Ghana, Hindi, Chinese, Swahili, and Arabic) have been used to express the peace prayer on the pole: “May Peace Be on Earth”.

Four Score

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Four Score

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I’m not sure what to say

Today

A day for remembrance

To respect a President

Who said so

And all the boys

And girls

To men and women

And civilians of all kinds

(were children killed?)

Who died

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We can’t seek vengeance

Though we went for victory

And that tragically

Is fair to say

We made a war at home

That wasn’t there

Between the rubber drives

And paper drives

And rationed sugar

That was the war at home

We imprisoned

Our own

Now

Remembrance might

Be for learning, too

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So we are always ready

For the next time

Properly vigilant

With reason

And with passion

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Victory

Deserved

Marshall plans

After

Win

Too high a cost

We all agree

Rebuild the world

After

Bless the nation

Bless the world

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Ready at war, which

Has been the

Burden of

A nation

Seek peace

Every day

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Photo by Ryan Stone on Unsplash

World War II Memorial, Independence Avenue Southwest

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