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081416 A Theology and Practice of The Other. Such heaviness was on my mind as I walked into the Practice with a little bit of all three; far, near and as close as my kin, with the haunting question hanging on the back of my mind, How does one possibly learn to practice love for the other? We sang in worship songs of peace and songs of love. All prepared our hearts for what turned out to be a profoundly beautiful invitation from Pastor Michael Rudzena. Sacred listening) we embarked on a practice of. That ...
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Saturday, August 6, 2016. Here in the place you left. Through the days of your absence. And begin to recognize. A pattern: slight but unmistakable. Suggestions, unlikely coincidences. Among the day's arrangement of smiles. And daylight and flashes of delight. Here, in the place you left. Longing, a conspiracy vast . Continue reading ». Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Thursday, July 21, 2016. It's been sunny and dry.
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Freefall (Farm, Code, Gary)
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. The war council convenes around a campfire. Sal says, Good effing riddance. Larry says, Burn her letters tonight. Colin says, Get under someone else. Brie says, Lock that door and throw the key in a lake. Claire says, Let's all get naked and jump in a lake. Of beer and forgetfulness. Paul never has this problem. Because he doesn't let feelings burden him. He moves through the world lightly, leaving it all behind. When the grown-ups have exhausted. He's right. You c...
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Monday, February 29, 2016. I left my house for a while,. Locked it up tight,. Cold and empty and clean,. But when I finally came home. I found mice had taken over,. Skittering around, pooping,. Building nests among my most buried. Artifacts which I'd imagined were still and waiting. For me. I wish . Continue reading ». Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Friday, February 26, 2016. It scares me, the thought. Of wild grace,.
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. Written by Garrison Benson in Essays. On Saturday, May 30, 2015. Whatever is foreseen in joy. Must be lived out from day to day. Vision help open in the dark. By our ten thousand days of work. Harvest will fill the barn; for that. The hand must ache, the face must sweat. Mdash;Wendell Berry, Sabbaths (1979, X). In each system, some . Continue reading ». Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Friday, May 15, 2015. Continue reading ». Earth to Ursa Major. Whatever, if,...
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Wednesday, March 30, 2016. Lord, help me to pray. Less Help my gratitude grow. Plainer, for smaller and commoner things. And by grace, may I make peace. Where the shy wordless creature. Can squeak his petitions. Small prayers for small moments. When I break off two squares of . Continue reading ». Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Sunday, March 20, 2016. When Batman saved Gotham. Having finally figured out. And much too .
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Just Enough (Farm, Code, Gary)
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. I have a friend call him Tyler whose girlfriend wore. Him like a handbag she found at a thrift store. Good enough. She could make it work. With her outfit, for now. With one man. On her arm and a few others carrying her train,. Lapping up whatever scraps she tossed their way,. She might have just enough to believe she deserved love. Every time Tyler voiced a wayward thought. Whether on the subject of fashion, theology, their future,. And say something like, Tyler!
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What Martyrdom Means to Me (Farm, Code, Gary)
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. What Martyrdom Means to Me. And when I heard that, a distant chime went off for me,. Remembering a time when I believed. That I could simply live without it. Mdash;Tony Hoagland, What Narcissism Means to Me. Oh, what a thrill to be juggled! One touch and you're soaring. Up you go,. Delirious, until the slow reality of gravity. Begins to pull you down to earth,. And then you're falling, terrified, sure this time. Is the last. He doesn't love you. He's wasting his life.
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Farm, Code, Gary. Farm, Code, Gary. Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Sunday, November 8, 2015. The Mother makes it better. With a kiss that turns. Continue reading ». Written by Garrison Benson in Poetry. On Saturday, November 7, 2015. There's nothing I want more than to write. My final poem, The Ultimate Poem,. That once and for all elaborates. All of my sorrow and all of my love,. Delivering my lasting inner peace. Like a payload over Hiroshima. I'd kill to get my hands on that poem . I was not...