Sharing thoughts..

..with those about

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God, you are king, and I will not tell you

just how to run this show, or what to do;

unless you ask my thoughts, upon your knee;

& then I won't think mine the only way-ee!

I s'pose that is the meaning of “humble”;

or “like a little child” - with reverence,

who’ll try to say things plainly, though they stumble.

They’re not entitled, they show deference.

Oh God as I get older, there's a part

of me that feels “entitled” in some way

that doesn't give the folk around a start.

It speaks so loud and strong, when it should say

things gentler, softer, hearing others’ views,

and asking them their thoughts and how they got

to those conclusions, or to take that news

on plainly when the contrary  has a lot..

of indications, evidence, as well.

I want to often share with God, & those

who image him on earth here where we dwell,

not as a know-it-all, but in repose -

in restfulness, since I am immature,

in need of stable, real knowledge, from more 

than foetal guesses, I need folk who are

plain able to observe, see and be sure

of what they see, and don’t mistake things (much).

I see a problem here if I forget

or let someone gas-light me, as things touch

my senses, since they’re rarely a sure bet.

So help me God, to speak the truth in love.

To listen, look, and learn from what’s around,

and then record to serve, as from above

you taught us writing, reading, as we’ve found

in scientific methods, a record

can help where just our memory is poor.

You’ve made us rich in your fam’ly, oh Lord,

And seeing as you see, is something more…

So help from you to grow in mindfulness

is what I’m asking for. Oh God, I trust

your nature that is always to just bless

and not put off “that thing” unless you must.

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needing prayer

God, please bless Dunc and Mill with wisdom in 

the task of parenting (that you set up -

for them to join with you in) handlin'

of humans being like mountains erupt-

ing ev'rywhere, at any time, with great 

explosive pow'r, surprising ev'ryone.

And thanks for your great promise to relate

to us your wisdom, and you've just begun.

And thanks for Sam & Alice's new home. With lesser rent (we hope), though greater fuel.

Thanks for the model Gideon has shown

them clearly. Help them trust, not play the fool...

Rode. Accident..

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Hey…, please keep my Dad in your prayers. He was hit by a car while out on a bike ride today. 3 broken ribs, broken wrist, shoulder, foot and a decent concussion.. the driver was going 100km/hr so it's amazing things aren't worse. Waiting for results of other scans to check he's ok internally but when I saw him he was talking and smiling and stuff, though in some pain

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God, thanks for your help keeping him alive

and please give grace to him, and wife as well.

And wisdom in relation to that drive-

-er, and thanks for

healing that's real. No sell!

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a quote from an amazing psychologist

Truth in inward parts*..

(The cloud of forgetting, the cloud of unknowing, & the clarity of a child’s knowing*…)

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My God, I must just trust your work, and you.

I cannot bring about good on my own.

So once again recite the folk you do

incredible work for, in singing  tones

your loyal word that’s carried on your breath

with one great fam’ly focus, dance and song*;

your artistry created (over  death)

the whole she-bang that’s ever come along.

I love you Lord, and will now learn to play

a song with all the skill you give to me,

responding to your goodness here today

I enter your love’s creativity.

But too admit what seems a “turn off” switch

on me. I’m not sure what, nor how it’s worked. 

“The trouble with X*” says it, my own glitch,

my unawareness shows where I have shirked.. 

Please help me see my job, oh holy one.

And give me grace to let your face shine through

this darkened glass, to let light pass, not shun

its influence. I want to grow like you.

I need to do this job. I’m not a sole-

trader, but a partner here with you.

I’ll now do as you said: “Remove the pole*”,

and trust in God* for all the rest then too.

I now rejoice in my infirmities*.

Admitting them quite plainly, ask for help

of you my God, “my helper*”, since you’re pleased

to put yourself that way. I am your whelp*!

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ts* - see Psalm 51:6-17 etc

knowing* - Matthew 18:3; 1Cor 8:1-3; 13:8-12; 

song* - Zephaniah 3; 

X* - article by C.S. Lewis, & a human’s summary.

e* - Matthew 7:3-5

d* - Prov 3:5-6; Psalm 37:5; Jeremiah 17:7; Mark 11:22-25

es* - 2Cor 12:9-10; 

r* - Psalm 54:4; 121:1-2;  Heb 13:6

p* - Mark 7:27-28

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and when ten words* he spoke

“my Lord, and God!” awoke..

..by them, inside his kids,

without, within where hid

his DNA inside,

where new life will abide..

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Lord Jesus, leader of New Human Race,

I gladly follow you along the way

you take, as you go following the trace-

-es you found round your  ground of being. Hey!

You followed what you saw your Father do-

ing, copied - while he let you see that much.

You trusted that he could fix all ensu-

ing problems, and would always keep in touch.

And you found that your God was quite suffish-

ent. One you wouldn’t trade for lesser one.

Ten words, like fingers/ toes helping to dish

up how to live on Earth as Father’s son.

Both how to grasp, and move about his world

with skill, and poise, and not be poisoned here

by substances we might have thought were hurled

towards us, since around us they appear;

and yet much nearer, but much less apparent

(not less a parent, just because our eyes

can’t at one time - before they’ve grown less errant -

quite see you, and) your acts they won't despise,

but gratefully receive as gifts of grace,

and faithfully despise suff’ring and pain,

and not just live for comfort, but to place

your trust in God, as you called those again

who followed you to do themselves, as well

they might if they like you were made to be

an image of creative love, to tell

in acts, and choices made, and words that we

might say (as you led us in deed, in word).

You led in speaking as you let this world

become what you made latent, then it heard

your word allowing it to shine, unfurled

it showed itself - as you knew secretly

it could be. When you let, it would be that!

Oh God, please give me eyes to really see

what you imagine for this world which sat

upon your knees one time in ages past.

You loved it then. You sent your very son,

and gave us all our chance that’s come at last,

to follow up the work that you’ve begun!

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s* - “Ten words” refers in Jesus’s bible, to two things at once, and further than that, possibly a third: the ten times God “spoke” or “said”, & brought the heavens and the earth & their inhabitants into being at the beginning (Gen 1); and the “Ten words” the same God gave his covenant people on Mount Sinai to enable them to bear his image in this broken world, (obviously in newly fixed up covenant relationship with him - found in Exodus (20:1-17) and Deuteronomy (5:6-21). Then for a third possibility, (often repeated in the New Covenant writings, the New Testament, his (God’s in Christ’s) new “command”, Yeshua is God’s final WORD to humanity, and he gives a newly formulated “Ten Words” to his new covenant people (recorded not in Hebrew, the language of the Hebrew Nation, but in the lingua franca of the Other Nations of the First Century CE: Koiné Greek): 

“..ἀγαπᾶτε ἀλλήλους,

καθὼς ἠγάπησα ὑμᾶς 

ἵνα καὶ ὑμεῖς 

ἀγαπᾶτε ἀλλήλους.” 

(John 13:34f - An English rendition might be: “love one another - as I loved you  love one another”) obviously based as it is on Yeshua's understanding of the whole purpose and function of the 613 old covenant commands, the ten words, and the new revelation and interpretive life Messiah had offered both to God, and to his people.

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A Fairytale:

Phenomenal Dendrocentric World..

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Chapter 1

Once there was a loving creative being which itself made an amazing creature that could use sunlight as an energy source (which it got from the heavens above) to connect water molecules (which it got from the earth  below) with carbon dioxide molecules (that it got from the air & sky around it, in the space between the heavens and the earth), and by this means it created glucose molecules in enough abundance that they could be its own entire food source, and it often had enough to share a crop with other creatures, and on top of that it could also use the glucose as building blocks (like little Lego blocks) for making structures to act as solar panels, and to collect nutrients, and make other structures to reach up and display those solar panels, while keeping them strong against the gravity of, and the winds around, that world.

So, it made its own food out of basic building blocks, with one specific band of energy from sunlight. This creature was made such that it had little solar panels that both collected the sunlight from the heavens, and the carbon dioxide from the gap in between the heavens and the land, the airy current-swept skies, and it had a pipe and tube system that burrowed down and collected and transported the water from the ground level and even from deep under the ground up to the little food factories where this water was (as I said before) one of the two major compounds needed for food production.

It had been made by its creator so that the solar paneled, food factories, were thrust out and positioned and oriented in such a way as to capture the maximum sunlight during the day when the sun rose, as it circled like a dome over the world this creature lived in, until it set again on the other side of the world. 

This creature was so moved by the spirits of that world,  that it danced, and rustled, swayed and waved, & at times clapped and banged. 

The loving creative being deemed this amazing creature of its making to be good (including solid, dependable), and that its functions (like gifting food, clothing and shelter to nearly all other inhabitants in that world) were also good.

But this being of creative love wanted this amazing creature further to be overseen and cared for by the children of creative love. This was such a high honour that nothing short of creative love could properly care for this amazing creature. So creative love’s own children would be up to this. They would need to be more mobile than that beautiful creature, and would need to have a bigger picture in mind. So creative love modelled to its children guarding and caring for these amazing creatures. It would have to see that its children would grow in the wisdom of creative love to be able to partner properly with creative love itself as its representative, a picture of, an embodiment of creative love, in that world. 

Everything was set. The children of creative love had all sorts and types and smells and textures of food made for them by these amazing creatures, who taught the foetal children of creative love to dance, to give, to be solid, to lift up their hands themselves to their maker and mother, & father and friend, to become so prosperous and full of abundance as to always have much more to give, being given their own energy directly from the heavens daily, in order to make their own food, and the food for the entire planet to be able to live, and on top of that giving what was needed (which was not that much), for the clothing and shelter needs of the entire world, and modelling how to give their skeletons & body parts to others to contribute to keeping them going well. They lived with how much more than they needed? Who could tell? An ecosystem that smelled like creative love was developing, based on complementing, care, provision, mate-ship & abundance...

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School teacher

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God give your girl your wisdom to do well 

the job of helping students there to learn

to work & speak & think against the hell

that we let loose, though f'r it we never yearn.

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re: Healing & reCreation

Oh God, the one who heals from cuts and scrapes, 

from cold and flues and stitches, knocks and breaks. He's given eyes to see and ears to hear,

and still hangs round… His love ’s what keeps him near.

You do not feed our lust for pow’r - to be

alone within the world, to call the shots.

We have to learn by painful steps to see

with both eyes of the head and mind. There’s lots

of lessons to be learned, at different times,

at different rates by different kinds of rhymes, 

by different folk with different histories,

and different DNA, for you were pleased

to have not One, but many child-er-en,

yet let us learn in parenting so then

we’d have a chance to learn KHESÉD* so when

creative love looks for more conduits, hea'en

can be brought here to Earth in ev’ry space,

by breathing notes alone, with chords as well, 

so notes will harmonize, and no disgrace

will be endured, unless it absorbs hell.

The scars may stay somewhat as records of

(but maybe too, they might just be dissolved -

for there’s no pain) the stories we’ve shared here

on Earth below, might be then very dear.

And when our sight is two eyed - head & mind,

it strikes me that a new dimension might

just pop into our view, and we might find

that we will see your bright face - here all right!

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Footnotes

*  KHESED is the old Hebrew word for the kind of commitment that “keeps its word - even to its own hurt”, covenantal love, loving kindness, everlasting love, steadfast love. 

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Recreation of an “Eye”

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In a difficult time with a good friend, a very important lesson came out of it for me...

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Oh God we trust your spirit to give eyes

(to us) that see the light of life down here.

We’ll live under your love and won't despise

your discipline. We reach out, coz you're near.

At times we do feel lost, ’coz we can’t see 

ourselves as less than grown ups, and mature;

comparing selves to others ’round we be

(we think), more wise and learnéd - we feel sure.

But in comparison to many Mill-

yen years, we are just babies hardly born,

our list’ning and our eye-sight training will

ensure we start to hear and see one morn-

-ing sooner, or bit later - it will come.

Our Father is both wise and good and can

re-make creation, if that ‘s needed some-

where. He’s the one who talked about that plan!

So I am confident that this will work.

And I would learn from big God how to be

a baby god, who rules with love, no shirk-

-er, but let love compel me  sovereignly.

And in the mean-time I will copy what

I see you doing, trusting you to fix

up my mistakes, “make do” with what you've got

in immature child who often licks

the ground, when I fall down. Do you still do 

that parent thing that loves 

and wants the best..

..and gives your time and focus? I love you,

the first. My neighbour, second. Then the rest.

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SUMmary for humans is not Maths, it is story-telling..

(like about … some Mary, ... or Joseph, or Yeshua! - remember Mary Christmas!)

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The way to summarise: is not a skill 

that you get to by focussing much on

the skill itself. A de-construction will

leave dead things pinned to walls. No life, or song!

It’s not from 20 Questions that require

the data to be packed as “trivia”,

but stories that are told to help, inspire,

to work in/out-of humans who live here.

And then, “Voila!” we tell it summ’rilly:

a whole three pages told in  thirty sec's.

A living gift of what is called  story.

That sieves out those who’d like to go the next

step with the subject, or just with the one

who told that story (not to show off skills,

but) to move further than where we’ve begun

the story of our lives… just paying bills,

and getting by with food, and shelter, warmth -

or cooling, clothing, as the case may be.

Relationships   are central and they form

the nest where grows in truth - humanity.

Relating comes to us from a great store

re: telling as it is, but not just facts.

Not just by breaking down or 'chunking' more

the wisdom of a life lived and it’s acts.

Though proverbs might be valid as a part,

contributing to “hold”-ing such a thing, 

not tightly grasping, it is still an art -

to carry  live-coals  needs some jug-gl-ing!

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growing up…

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My God, I see the kind of bloke I am..

I’m talking more & more, quite frantic’ly.

Not tuning in, expressing what began

in mind of God; a human as would be

if energized by motives of khesed*,

in pure form, an unadultarate.

This type - a model, myth that has not shed

its motives, just enfleshed them. Any rate…

that is not me at all. I’m immature,

and often unaware; and do not run

to you to let you slow down what I’d sure-

-ly do, at once (in showing off - for “fun”,

the world I've put together in my head)

It’s like I’m programmed to show off my wares.

I want to here display, before I’m dead,

a model, ideal world, that I have shares

in, where I might be “worshipped” - as create-

-ive. Acts are harder, so I'd like to make

this world by words I say, hoping they’ll sate

my own desire, quite cheaply; like they’d slake

my thirst for water, to be clean, grow strong.

I cannot carry quite enough for me

alone. I need to stream it out, along

the lines of "Cornerstone". Foundation he!

Enough to build my life on him, in line

with edges he has laid down, and displayed.

His thoughts were thunk, his words fitted in time

with acts that brought the house down as he weighed

on in, and acted fast and hard, contin-

-uously, as he’s waulking, never baulked, 

by what they’d think of him, if he went in

to eat with folk he loved. He rarely “gawked”

in data driven way that’s ignorant,

or agnostic of all the folk he’s with.

I now recall that rich young man: no rant,

just steady look, with love, he’s kin, or kith.

And now, I'm not just burbling these words.

You’ve sat with me, and helped me see the way,

that’s Forward for me now. I think I heard

something that I can follow up today!

ThanX!

(May that ol' rock fall flat on the "me" (that lived alone in the world), and smash it to rock-dust, so that as found-ation he might be built upon (in this brand new creation, being made by your partnership - with me!) Yippee! Make on.)

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Footnote

d* - KHESED is the old Hebrew word for loyal-love, that keeps its word (to its own hurt), covenant-love, everlasting-love, eternal-love, loving-kindness, steadfast love - which “never ceases”. Not bound by contract, it is the stuff that enables one to fulfill a contract, when it is not convenient, and you could get away with it.

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Y-OUR speech

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The animals and A.I. round about

might chatter ‘bout the plausibilities.

In ages past (or coming) we could shout

and know in deeper ways real life that’s seized

and really lived, because humanity

has lived it, on this Earth that’s under hea’en,

beneath that thick blue curtain, which we see

each day that we’re awake to work as leaven.

While we make names, tell stories, and live with..

our Mum. Dad minded kids (while giving space),

contrived to let the scientific myth

have output that could help the human race.

By means of folk who’d take and implement

the insights and the ways that opened up 

like children who walked boldly where wind went 

to part the seas agnostic or  corrupt.

These children came to know within their bones,

and nerves & muscles, sinews, tendons and 

with oxygen in blood (that now atones)

as currency just now - as God had planned. 

So from their lived experience they can

bring meaning to their conversations had.

Their list’ning is a gift, as hand shaken.

And when they speak a word, it’s not too bad!

But as that rock enjoined, they see their speech

as oracle of wise prophet of God*.

Then there’s a kingdom of  priests who will preach/

proclaim the news on feet the King has shod.

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Footnote

d* - “If anyone speaks, they should do so as speaking God’s oracles." (1 Pet 4:11,  but see vv8-12)

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Aloha* & Marna*

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Will we just try to "use" & quantify

the world around about to justify

ourselves as the great bosses who can get

our own way; when we want it? I would bet

that that's the way to squash & scrunch the world 

and help it to be suffocated by 

the ones in charge who only think to hurl 

their power-bolts around. Don't even try

to steward or to care for precious things. 

They only think of "precious" as in "cash" 

or income brought. No birds that fly on wings 

or plants around. They turn them all to ash…

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Footnote

a* - aloha & mana are words from traditional Hawaii, meaning respectively something along the lines of:  hospitality and participation in stewardship of the world, and the energy, motivation and commitment (given by participation in aloha).

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