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For a Sad Time

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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

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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

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Hurt Locking

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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

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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