The Paper Boat

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The paper boat
caroms leaf to twig
cove against bolder
on down the stream
its destination the sea
upon whose shoreline
the inky confessions
will get scrubbed by
the tumbling sands
or slowly polished
a treasure map

The boy who
folded it so neatly
so carefully that boy
recorded onto its logs
man’s way with a maid
in words best forgotten
a shiny trophy of youth
perfectly unforgettable
a paper boat launched
to sink resurfacing
so as to indict

“Whoever is careless with the truth in small matters
cannot be trusted with important matters.” ~ Albert Einstein

Artwork  by Sari Azaria 
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The Psalm for the Day

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I love the LORD,

because he has heard my voice
and my supplications.

Because he inclined his ear to me,
therefore I will call on him as long as I live.

The snares of death encompassed me;
the pangs of Sheol laid hold on me;
I suffered distress and anguish.

Then I called on the name of the LORD:
“O LORD, I pray, save my life!”
Gracious is the LORD, and righteous;
our God is merciful.

The LORD protects the simple;
when I was brought low, he saved me.

Return, O my soul, to your rest,
for the LORD has dealt bountifully with you.

For you have delivered my soul from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling.

I walk before the LORD in the land of the living.

Psalm 116:1-9

Artwork by Nataera
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Autumn Soliloquy

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The wind is up
in the alder trees
unsettling the leaves
slowly going to amber
with eviction notices
peeling away one
after the other

In the fir tree
the needles sing
some song of a siren
as if from far out to sea
the dry cones tremble
then fly off one
after the other

Yellow apples
in a tree gone wild
in my kitchen window
swing like sweet`hearts
at a high`school prom
soon forgotten one
after the other

“[Trees] are that that talks of going
But never gets away;
And that talks no less for knowing,
As it grows wiser and older,
That now it means to stay.” ~ Robert Frost

Artwork by Egon Schiele
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On Mercy & Grace

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The ceiling
didn’t fall down on me
and I gave it no thought
the floor`boards trembled
but the foundations held
it didn’t cross my mind
to thank God

The wheels
didn’t come off the car
as I raced down the hi`way
the oncoming car didn’t cross
over the median to my lane
it didn’t cross my mind
to thank God

Such is mercy
this not`receiving what
we might well be deserving
life’s odds being what they are
while grace is our receiving
what we’re not deserving
thanks to God

“I have been spared another day
to come into this night
as though there is a mercy in things
mindful of me . . .” ~ Wendell Berry

Artwork by John Altoon
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In the Vernacular

The noble things
men said in the past
must be put in vernacular
so that those of the present
can perceive their nobility
so those of the future
can conceive hope

Love one another!
the Man commanded
the words no longer move
His advocates to hospitality
fearing the browning land
I say he simply meant
Unlock your doors!

“When things get so balled up that the people of a country got to cut loose
from some other country, and go it on their own hook, without asking no
permission from nobody, excepting maybe God Almighty, then they ought

to let everybody know why they done it, so that everybody can see they
are not trying to put nothing over on nobody.”

~ H.L. Mencken, Translation of Declaration of Independence

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The Fisherman

A fisherman
sits in his boat
silently considers
unfathomable water
while a dragonfly
nods on the eye
of his tall rod

Monofilament
ties one mystery
to another   What
he is not able to see
to what he has no
need to explain

well`content

The dragonfly
trembles in sleep
at the dip of the tip
to the fish`line’s tugs
at the triploid’s bite
a fisherman stirs
out of reverie

“All goes back to the earth,
and so I do not desire
pride of excess or power,
but the contentments made
by men who have had little” ~ Wendell Berry

Artwork: Jose Trujillo
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On True Religion

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Within us
the Kingdom
of God awaits
invisible by day
meteors at dark
clad by clouds
swirling thru
our dreams

To do love
is better than
to feel beloved
to broker peace
nobler than just
avoiding a war
to show mercy
than ask it

“In the midst of winter, I find within me the invisible summer.” ~ Leo Tolstoy

Artwork by Franck Collin Utsenes
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The Psalm for the Day

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Praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD, O my soul!

I will praise the LORD as long as I live;
I will sing praises to my God all my life long.

Do not put your trust in princes,
in mortals, in whom there is no help.
When their breath departs, they return to the earth;
on that very day their plans perish.

Happy are those whose help is the God of Jacob,
whose hope is in the LORD their God,
who made heaven and earth,
the sea, and all that is in them;

who keeps faith forever;
who executes justice for the oppressed;
who gives food to the hungry.

The LORD sets the prisoners free;
the LORD opens the eyes of the blind.
The LORD lifts up those who are bowed down;
the LORD loves the righteous.
The LORD watches over the strangers;
he upholds the orphan and the widow,

but the way of the wicked he brings to ruin.

The LORD will reign forever,
your God, O Zion, for all generations.

Praise the LORD!

Psalm 146

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Impending Crisis

Arsen Gvenetadze
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A storm
hangs dark
over the land
the sky is black
though it is day
the air weighs
as if water
on sand

We wait
breathless
as the beams
groan below us
lightning sheets
surround us
as if anger
of God

How great
God’s mercy
patient grace
while we pretend
we couldn’t know
our emperor
was wearing
no clothes

“Still falls the Rain—
Dark as the world of man, black as our loss—
Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails
Upon the Cross.” ~ Edith Sitwell

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On Abstract Art

Wassily Kandinsky
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The painting
does not inform
imparts no wisdom
provides no new data
by which to choose
change a course
find direction
                  In that
the painting
does not inform
it has my attention
shapes colors textures
meld to movement
not of the mind
but the heart
                  So that
the painting
does transform
how I look at life
beneath its appearance
men are not digits
of ones & zeros
but feelings

“Abstract painting leaves behind
the “skin” of nature, but not its laws.”
~ Wasilly Kandinsky

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Slowly Now

Braque in Utah
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Slowly now
ever so slowly
we begin to fade
sepia`photographs
the edges frayed
thumb prints
of children

We are now
but memories
of those we were
careful edited clips
riding sunbeams
in our rockers
of autumn

Slowly now
ever so slowly
the mooring line
slips thru the knot
holding me here
I feel the tide
running`out

“It is the best that we can do, keep company
with one until the end, human to human.” ~ Deborah Digges

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Labor Day: A Reverie

Thomas Hart Benton
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Was a time
we worked in sweat
a time we punched clocks
drew our Friday pay`checks
stopped at a bar for beers
with the union`boys
headed home
to mow grass
build the play`house
for the kids out in the yard
change the oil in our pick`ups
fix a leaking kitchen`faucet
split a cord of wood
on weekends

Now`a`days
we work in nice suits
in air`conditioned cubicles
for salaries put electronically
in our joint debit`accounts
text on smart`phones
work digitally
not manually
we pay for a gardener
the kids play on computers
we take our cars to Jiffy`Lube
have the kitchen remodeled
add a heat`exchanger
It’s no sweat!

“Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.” ~ Carl Sandburg, Chicago

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