“Hallelujah is a Hebrew word which means ‘Glory to the Lord.’ The song explains that many kinds of Hallelujahs do exist. I say: All the perfect and broken Hallelujahs have an equal value. It’s a desire to affirm my faith in life, not in some formal religious way but with enthusiasm, with emotion.” Leonard Cohen (b. 1934), Canadian musician, singer/songwriter, poet and novelist
Walkers are lined-up neat by the dining room,
like race horses at the starting gate and the
Asians wear crosses, insured by Christianity.
The Europeans find comfort in Vipassana,
Savor the ironies. Hallelujah. Glory be!
Glory be, Hallelujah; glory our broken bodies
and the broken gods that haunt our lives
Praise in all perfect and fractured Hallelujahs
At three they’re viewing Brokeback Mountain,
but I’m staying in my room, playing Hallelujah!
Compressor humming in the background.
I’m just toking O2, pondering the complexities,
savoring the ironies. Hallelujah. Glory be!
Glory be, Hallelujah, glory the broken bodies
and the broken gods that haunt our lives
Praise in all perfect and fractured Hallelujahs
© 2016, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPT
Write a poem in praise of all the hallelujahs, the perfect and the fractured, an affirmation of ultimate faith in life despite the broken places and the ironies. Share your poem/s or a link to it/them in the comments section below.
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Hallelujah, Jamie! I love Leonard Cohen and your poem! That’s my reaction https://bogpan.wordpress.com/2018/06/25/hallelujah-for-the-deprived/
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I wrote another poem and wasn’t at all thinking of it as a response to the prompt, but looking at it afterwards I realized that, elliptically at least, it is.
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z4eED3eXyId13I1ORjeHOjhodZEfV0s-mRYQWgh1mYc/edit?usp=sharing
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I believe Hope is the engine of all our hallelujahs, so I wrote and danced it: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/06/24/dance-of-hope/
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I got distracted (and then inspired) by the way I found the Hallelujah topic painful at this juncture, so I see I didn’t address the prompt *quite* as stated, but here’s what I wrote:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1WN6-VMN-UBec8mYI1Zez2gswXfYVYO3oI9MLOYp8mcI/edit?usp=sharing
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Side question: do HTML tags work in the comment boxes here? I was going to post directly, but it took out the italics in the poem.
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I don’t think they do work. You can put in the link to a poem on your blog but your solution works just fine. Thank you for asking.
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No worries, Anne. Thanks for joining with us and sharing in this. Your work is valued.
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CODA
Blood
Rage
Objectification
Killing
Exclusion
Neglect
How long we wait
Again for righteousness
Lifting up the
Lives of the lost
Echoing the
Longing for
Universal
Justice
And
Honor
deb y felio
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Hi Jamie,
My fourth response:
No Hallelujahs
within darkness
within questions
within nonsense
No hallelujahs
within failure
within mistakes
within doubt
No hallelujahs
within hard decisions
within dislocation
within recovery
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Hi Jamie,
My fourth response:
No Hallelujahs
without darkness
without questions
without nonsense
No hallelujahs
without failure
without mistakes
without doubt
No hallelujahs
without hard decisions
without dislocation
without recovery
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Amen!
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hallelujah unison
arthritic hands clasp and hurt each other
eyes squeeze and phosphenes march
“hallelujah,” she whispers
miles away there is a beheading
“hallelujah!” they shout
miles away a child is born
“hallelujah,” say the three
(one inaudibly)
miles away there is home in the headlights
miles away a bell tower reverberates
miles away a monitor flatlines
and miles away a man sees someone waiting for him under a streetlight
shifting her feet
seeing him
and catching her breath
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my third response:
How Fragments Make
room for new making
You are the better maker.
Muscle and skin and idea undone
reveal shapes unconsidered.
Pieces of belief disassembled
into nonsense make a different sense.
Necessary chaos you can tangle
Into another order. Praise the entangled.
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beautiful be in the words and bodies whispering the broken hallelujahs. Thank you, Jamie.
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Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment, Deb.
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Hi Jamie,
My second:
That Yes
of your breath as it lets go into the fresher air opportunity offers with open hands,
an apology for pain given from the giver heals the sores and blemishes, some self inflicted, hands
over a cup of tea, coffee or glass of fresh greeting
A wholesome kiss and gleam gladdened eyes
without expectation of return or reparation,
sip down electricity that sparkles your bones.
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Hi Jamie,
Here’s my first response:
Hallelujahs
My steady breath and regular beat of my heart as I wake is a fire goaded from the snuffed out taper
of yesterday.
Welcome shouts and hugs from my family, opens petals of wonder releases sweet fragrance of warmth.
Thankyous from the boss of all my efforts curves into smiles of bairns released into the arms of aggrieved parents.
Hallelujahs out of broken, divorced, stamped out, water logged ashes lick and dance heat and light in eyes renewed.
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lovely –
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Thank you!
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My first response is here
https://sonjabenskinmesher.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/numbers-2/
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men in the village, are older now. the moth returns.
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