Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                                   Old Mr. ‘Possum and the Moon

Old Mr. ‘Possum is a garbageman
Who quietly works his appointed nightly rounds
Unappreciated as he tidies this
And cleans up that, all without any fuss

The other animals don’t seem to like him much
For his wobbling, waddling walk, his untidiness
His pointy nose, his all-draggledy tail
And his awkward shape like a loaf of oaf

But when he lifts his eyes to the queen of the skies
He knows that to her he is a knight in disguise

Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                  Another Argument Against the Death Penalty

Each one of us is a murderer
To someone else whose memory is long

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                            I Beg Your Pardon, Mr. President, Sir

One faction despises the Constitution
The other is all about corruption and sin
They laugh and give each other absolution
But your poor daughter caught with a little smoke –

She’s in for ten

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                                                  You are Offline

Neither God nor the InterGossip seems to listen:
A question posed is answered with a sneer
Or a silence as cold as this late-autumn dusk
Or a relationship well into decay

Lawrence Hall, HSG
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      This is When You Light That First Candle Against the Darkness

Ordinary Time is now as summer’s lost leaves
Autumn has fallen into fogs and frosts
Pale sunshine flickers from shallow angles all day
Marking out the road to Bethlehem

Before the Altar in the parish church
A wreath is set with four candles to light
The first one today and a second next week
A third, a fourth, and then at last the Stable

The Stable at last, where the universe sings
The happy Desire of all our wanderings

Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                                  The Last Day in Ordinary Time

Time is not at all ordinary, of course
It is an ordinal of flowing days
Whose current in its journey swims among
The well-marked seasons of sacred observances

Advent into and through Christmas and its promise
Lent into and through Easter and its fulfillment
Cycles of seasons, penance, and merry feasts
Each as a step in the great dance of Creation

All seasons echo God’s eternal rhyme
Blessing our senses with His created time

Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                         Give Your Guns a Merry Little Christmas

Our number one priority is safety this is not who we are there is no active shooter situation at this time out of an abundance of caution violence is never acceptable active aggressor shockwave our thoughts and prayers will be held fully accountable we are better than this if only these teachers would monitor everyone’s social media non-life-threatening unacceptable knew each other isolated incident senseless act of violence I raised my son better than that that’s not the (name) I knew our hearts go out ongoing investigation possible links acting alone he was turning his life around mayor condemns gun violence I thought giving my son an AR would help with his emotional therapy when you go home tonight just hug your children this is a developing story