Other things

Other things[1]

“Other things” come into play

quite often, as we’ve heard;

like that talk that Black-Stump day,

when none would suit this bird, (points towards Camille).

until that boy, “The Lauchlan”,

walked right into the room;

then she realized that Lauchlan

Valley, she’d just come from,

and Lauchlan River ran past

not far from where she lived;

“The Lauchlan Spell” was just cast,

and “other things” had “gived”.

Lauchly & Camille tonight

have both become “our Kings”

not “King & Queen” (as seems right),

because of “other things”.

“Other things” come from above

and catch us by surprise

like a child’s or spouse’s love,

- right here before our eyes!

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[1] On the occasion of Lauchlan & Camille King’s wedding at their breakfast, Saturday night 28/4/2012. We’d just heard stories from Les & Sophie about Lauchy & Camille’s first notices & meetings at Black-Stump etc, & witnessed what another guest said to me was the most beautiful wedding (& reception)  he’d ever seen.

A story of a ppalling life [1].. PART ONE

A     story     of     a  ppalling    life [1].. PART ONE

(PART TWO is due on Sun 07 June 2015)

One day a man and woman

met on this planet earth,

-lives joined, they started bloomin’,

and  “Paul” was named at birth.

Then as their other children

came out to bloom as well

(in what could be  garden,

or else could be a hell)..

..the garden rang with calling,

and singing was there too,

and one (who’d carried Paul in)

played organ, or kazoo!

The one who could not sing much,

tried too, to sing along,

it might've lacked special touch,

but always, it was song.

And when the generations

got old & others came,

they had their lamentations,

and sometimes even blamed.

The father & the mother

they loved each daughter, son,

there’s nothing that they ’druther

than see them grow, each one.

And now the songs are growing,

they’re coming thick & fast

And I think there’s a knowing …

..it’s gonna be a blast!

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[1] A poem on My Life’s Story  (a topic suggested by Jo May.. at the family BBQ break-up Mon 21/Nov/2011) - PART 1

I look up to you

Psalm 123:1-4 GNT (with additions by PW)

Lord, I look up to you,
up to heaven, where you rule.

As a servant depends on his master,
as a maid depends on her mistress,
so we will keep looking to you, O Lord our God,
until you have mercy on us.

As an athlete depends on his trainer,
as a baby depends on her mother,
so we will keep looking to you, O Lord our God,
until you have mercy on us.

As apprentices depend on their tradesmen
as a flower depends on the falling rain
so we will keep looking to you, O Lord our God,
until you have mercy on us.

Be merciful to us, Lord, be merciful;
we have been treated with so much contempt.

We have been mocked too long by the rich
and scorned by proud oppressors.

recording of music available for this psalm... ask me. Paul W.

In response to Henry & Jo's request for prayer for Jo's health & Henry's patience.18/4/12


God, we join with Henry:
please give him Ur patience;
hear quickly others' plea,
strangers/ friends/ relations...
responding with only
Christ's communications.

And God we join with Jo,
Ur daughter whom you sent
to live as "wife", and know,
and be known, where she went.
That Ur Life and Health go
through her to where it's meant.

Prayers with Henry & Jo.,
that Paul Walker has dreamt.

Goodbye SMS

In sms on Wed 18 April 2012 to a friend in response to his goodbye sms:
[We had spent several hours together over the previous week, reading the Greek text of a first Century letter from a Christian missionary sent to a struggling band of ostacized Christ followers in the most powerful, advanced state-of-the-art Empire known to Europe at that time (the text was a letter to "Christians" at Colossae, dubbed "Colossians").]

Go well brother.

C U
when next
we do.
The text
re-do.
Un-vexed,
eschew
pretext.
Adieu.

PW.

Some thoughts on a scrum / ptious morning....

Have a ______/_____ day
as you eat the fruit.
______/_____ 'swhat I say,
in a world that's beaut.

He's opened back up
the garden, himself
as gate, 'n track up
'n in. "Harden up"
'e says, "ol' mate!" (joke -
for he is older)
Has his little poke.
Love's no less bolder,
than the words he spoke.

To this Age's knocks
& blows I will not
answer. For it's shocks
& "shows" will all rot.
Rancour, I will not,
not let in a spot!
(Doctor warned a lot)

Not unlike that fruit,
so _____/_____ to eat;
with a tougher skin,
it doesn't let infection in.

Buried & Resurrected

Matt G. led our focus this morning[1]. We were given some bright pink post-it notes. Told to take one, & write on it Two things to “offer to God” on  this morning. I took Matt G. to mean “faults or failings or weaknesses” though after a while I wasn’t sure if others had chosen any offering; even the sacrifice of a good thing. Any way I stuck with what I thought he wanted for then. Then he took us all outside under a tree, to a hole that had already been dug with a shovel & offered us the opportunity to personally put our note into the hole & put some of the dirt onto it. During this process I looked up & noticed about 20 galahs, lined along the branches or hovering above, watching; who then flew off as we finished:

About a score of bird

(with “post-it notes” of pink)

were watching (& they heard)

a score of “birds” (small wink)

below them at their tree,

a score of people stood,

and listened to Matt G.

& offered up to Good

some things they weren’t proud of

(& maybe good things too?)

for worms to eat

to make the sweet

good soil as they do

(with poo).

(Of my two; a failing

that I wrote on that pink

sticky-note was “ailing

‘bout what ‘they’, of me, think.)

They took their pink-ish notes

& buried them below

the tree where sits (or floats)

the score of birds (or so).

And these, the witnesses,

then flew off with news-sing

“the human litmus-es[2]

show life is renewing”.

And the breeze that blew may

have brought the spirit/breath (in)

that came that “Jordan” day

Jesus pre-buried death (sin).

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[1] Wednesday morning; 11 April 2012

[2] A “litmus paper” is a small note of  coloured paper, which when torn from its book & dipped into a liquid turns a shade of pink or blue, which colour in turn shows the acidity/alkalinity of the liquid it is dipped in. This could show various things about what is growing, or could grow, in or with, that liquid.