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For a Sad Time
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God gives
We say
God takes away
It’s true
Especially
If we accept Job
As a template
Loss for what seems is
No good reason
If reason
Loss arrives
What shall we do
But keep
The good we know
The hope we have
Say
In other stories
Our own
That we compose
As best we may
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De Profundis
(out of the depths)
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I don’t know why
I feel so sad today
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The noise above
The coming storm
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I got some sleep
Am I more aware?
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It’s Saturday
A day to play
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Yet I feel leaden
Weighed down with weights
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The kind that keep us
Sleep at the bottom
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The sea will take her dead
And raise up at the last day
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God will reach
Inside the water
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Pull us up, untie the wraps
The weights will have meant nothing
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The heavy life
Be done
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A life with gravity
A dancing partner now
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פתק דחוף בין אבני הכותל: אל נקודתיים תן/תני לי, בבקשה, לחיות בחושים ולא במחשבה תודה. נ.ב. לא דחוף = “O Lord, hear my voice” Psalm 130:2 Notes to God at the Western Wall, Jerusalem Jerusalem
By zeevveez from Jerusalem – Psalm 130:2 – God's Mail Box, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=36200748
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Hurt Locking
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Sometimes sadness
Has a weight
If I knew, I had forgotten
It bears down on the face
Justifying frowns
It pushes on the inside, too
(and mainly)
Pushing things together,
Causing pain
Along with weight,
There is the freezing
An effect that has no
Temperature
What to do next in the world?
How to get there
Through the challenges
Of sadness
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And it simply hurts, you know?
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Burnt Cabins,
Pennsylvania
We’ve suffered
A local tragedy
That might never
Be explained
Even if a reason’s
Given
We have a super
Highway—yes,
America’s
First “super
Highway”—that
Is the Pennsylvania
Turnpike, and
A retired trooper
Of the state
Police tried a
Robbery at one
Of the stations
There
Between small
Towns in the
Allegheny Mountains,
Two workers
Are taken, held
By his gun,
Until the truck
Arrives to gather
Monies from the
Turnpike tolls
The theft occurs
And fails, the
Captives shot
And killed; the
Officer-now-
Suspect is killed,
Too
Serving troopers
Prepared and
assigned, had
Arrived to restore
An aberrant,
Criminal scene
Back to ordinary
Nothing ordinary
Anymore here:
With tears, the
Deaths are told
Each word
Sounding like
The heavy note
Of a mourning
Bell
Sadness ringed
Round sadness,
As voices split
To tell
It will be a
Story of
Transgression
And the sorrow
Brought to many
Kinds of
Families, and
It might pass
From focused
Attention
But here was a
Neighbor tragedy
On persons who
Will not
Appear in their
Expected places
At work or at
Home
And others living
Who will never
Be the same
A chance for
Money maybe
Too easy a
Reason for all
That befell
Close by—I
Tend to believe
Something else
About surrendering
Life happened
Here
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