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Paradise Neither Lost nor Found
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It is not the best of times
Just now
I have to own that part
Of the Dickens
Narration
Too many sick
I know
And there is war
Infamous
Famously defended
I’d like to know the wisdom
Of the ages
Those who contemplated
Long ago
How to redeem the mind
And sanctify the heart
How did they do it
When we’re so
Smarter now
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How may I call up
Desert mothers
Desert fathers
My might I stir
My own kind of Celtic blood
That came to northern shores
And tried to have companionship
With nature and each other
Until organized, metallic
Factions entered
And took over
Slew what did not submit
Killed what submitted
Anyway
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That’s my northernness
I guess
I guess I like it well enough
I’d like to know yours
And what you have from the
Southern half
Because you might
Have that
East or west
As interesting
Exciting
The fascination of our differences
Shared in easy friendship
Easy joy
The direction points aren’t bad
Unless you make them
Points of dominion
Or points of fear
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Fear not
We can come toward each other with
Fingertip excitement
Passing through time
And sentiment
To share a call that says
The Earth is one
We are one
We are one and one and one
And one
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C L Couch
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If she doesn’t mind, I’d like to dedicate this work to Judith Nilan who wrote so kindly of me recently and whose friendship is cherished by me and by anyone else who is her friend, I’m sure. You should read her blog because it would be good for you. Her blog address is https://stonefireblog.com/.
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