Sermon Notes Poetry: Psalm 90

More poetry from the pews. Um, we don't have pews. We have maroon, cushiony chairs. Still, here are the poems...

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How busy are you,
Moses,
you've got edges
of Egypt, entrances
departures
promised
lands on your mind,
questions of who am I
and how will I
be remembered.

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Artful life
beautiful life
well-lived life
with hands
established or maybe
work established
regardless
of our hands.

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Drop rain
in wood, on stream,
drop rain on the way
to bird-woven oceans.

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Wise, be
heart skilled,
be craftspeople,
select strands
of dying, be
priestly life-living
be numbered-day
wise.

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Brevity is
mourning without
death, death without
mourning, death
without sex, or maybe
sex without death.

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My life is an hour
and three quarters,
eighteen minutes at best,
I won't even get my
stained glass into the window
before it's time to go.

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But I have to admit
that sometimes
my life
feels like an eternity.

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Can you believe
we believed enough
to leave—onions, lotus,
hippos in the river,
but when we got where
we were going, we
couldn't leave, believe
again.

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Moses's astounding prayer,
fragile sweeping
us like moaning grass,
turning us in time,
saying we are more
than our eighteen minutes,
more than a day.

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How do we, tell me
how do we get in
on the deal,
the dwelling-place
God-condo deal
with lotus
floating in the
courtyard pool.

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Cana Redux

A prayer for dark times,
exile work captive
land no more
promises mortal hands
rats racing towards
the future, we need
naom and her
sweet Ruth
and perhaps a bit
of the barley harvest,
and... beer?

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The Old Man Says

We're going to have
to pray
to ask
to God
to build
to bring,
let's not
forget
to.