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While I Was Writing

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While I Was Writing

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On the news just now,

A hypersonic missile

Purportedly in China

China denies it

We want the same thing

China isn’t evil

Though sometimes

Sometimes we are evil

We all should know better

And we do

We do what we hate

Give it a name,

Security

Secure would be

Not to have these things

In Xanadu,

Kublai Khan decreed

An extraordinary place

And I hope everyone was fed

There

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Alhambra de Granada

Photo by Jorge Fernández Salas on Unsplash

Alhambra, Spain

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Momentum

(x = space)

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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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Prayer for Angry Neighbor

(x = space)

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Prayer for Angry Neighbor

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I’m going to ignore you

And pray for you

That you find what you want

Not as you want it

(sorry, that’s a spiritual rub)

But as one perfectly

Provides

And you are happy

As you’ve never known

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I guess that’s not

So much ignoring,

After all

It’s the other stuff

The stuff that you throw

Down as if to say,

Challenge me

I’ll take you on

Though what you want

Is brittle

And could shatter

With what is left

Call them fragments

Call them splinters

Call it defeat

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That’s probably too much

To pray for now

To keep it simple,

Pray for peace

On the inside for you

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Photo by Siarhei Plashchynski on Unsplash

Eindhoven, Netherlands

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Fifth Day

(x = space)

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Fifth Day

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It’s Friday

And we face the weekend

An invention that started with

Reform laws

For factories

I hope you have a grand time:

Play

Find a moment in which

To be grateful

For reformers

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If you are having fall

I hope it is the right kind for you

Colors

A degree of chill,

Wind that speaks

And, when not speaking,

Sings;

If it is spring for you

I hope you find new life

The right intensities

Of green and blue

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If there is a sabbath service for you

I hope you find God at home

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Photo by Oliver Hihn on Unsplash

Germany

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Robby

(x = space)

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Robby

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God, I pray

The shots go well today

And the check after

At the cardiologist’s

Making sure machinery

Is operative

And optimal

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A robot lubricated

Taken through the list

Before launching

Into new missions

Into the

Ordinary beyond

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Robby the Robot in a poster for the original release of The Invisible Boy.

[image provided by] Reynold Brown – http://wrongsideoftheart.com/wp-content/gallery/posters-i/invisible_boy_poster_01.jpg, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25167466

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Dire Invocation

(x = space)

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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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Columbus Day Observed

(x = space)

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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

(x = space)

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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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Grace Is Free

(x = space)

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Grace Is Free

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You tell me the process

That lets out grace

Into the world

I can’t begin to say

Because it is not up to me

While my knowledge says

It’s free and freely given

By one who could

Have charged a lot

Rather made it free

Who releases grace

No one but one

Who does not keep it in a jar

To be dispensed with tickets

Shining and uncornered

But ready through unnailed openings

To give it without reason

Save for an abiding, relentless

Always hoping interest

In love and salvation

Grace is free

It’s freedom

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Photo by Thomas Millot on Unsplash

Selonnet, France

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