Therefore… Prayer for

(young bloke getting smoked…)

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Oh God, we pray for that young bloke who’s been

quite hungry to know you - enough to read 

and underline his bible. But he’s seen

a really hard time when he named and shared 

about his own belief in Jesus Christ.

We ask for your protection of his soul,

may your wisdom internally suffice

to give him courage and to make him bold

in showing out the life of heaven here,

the love that needs expression to get real,

your peace, and joy because his Lord is near.

May he continue, even grow in zeal

to be a conduit of your thoughtful love

that isn’t backing down, but standing up,

so showing in your world here, from above,

your lava/ love that oozes & erupts. 

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for an overcast day -

a reflective prayer

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The shimmer curtains blue are pulled across..

but then the heavens true seem to us lost,

yet shining possibilities seep through

from heavens up above, behind that blue.

When misty grey or white, or even black

drapes pull above us under blue at back,

the world seems smaller, light is undercut -

which doesn’t mean we must think heavens shut:

this gives a chance for us ourselves though mort-

-al to be channels, truly, yes, a port-

-al. So, help us God!

Yes!

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Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as a song.

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An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? -  example 3 is now above):

In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given adventure, to pray as we approach it (together with others in the same boat where possible. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of any specific adventure with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).

After that, we could work on one for our approach to our own death - restyled by Jesus, for his followers, as just another falling to sleep. (An offering towards that one too) … etc...

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a prayer before we fall into this rejuvenating journey ..where

the blue curtain to the heavens is drawn back, and we may learn to trust our selves to those heavens, as our bodies & minds fall (once again) unconscious in sleep..

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Yes! Blest are you oh God, commander of

the host of heaven’s armies, source of tov*, 

who opens wide blue curtain of the sky

& closes lids of eyes, and helps us sigh

as we may see light bodies float above 

in dances with the muse of truth and love,

and know our need to trust more than our strength

and whits - unconsciousness succeeds at length.

Into your hands, my spirit I commit,

to back receive from you - as you see fit.

Yes, 

Yes!

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Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as song.

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Footnotes

v* - tov, is the Hebrew word for "good" (as in the seven times in Genesis chapter One, where it says that "God saw that it was good" ( or "very good" = tov tov)

An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - an  example of birthing it, is now above):

In line with the common 1st CENTURY Jewish prayers, which it is likely that a torah observant Jesus prayed... I wonder if we could get for our culture, instead of its arrogantly independent spirit,  a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to end off any given day, to pray as we lay down to go to sleep, or walk under the stars/moon, or retire to bed.

Then, every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, or ballad etc (i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the night, or end of day, or going to sleep, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).

After that, we could work on one for walking out of our home, or into our workplace, or through a doorway… etc…

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start of day prayer

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Yes! Blest are you our God, Yahweh, 

the one who IS, is in all ways; 

the Emperor of  Universe, 

the Maker of the Hea’ens and Earth,

who opens up the lids of eyes, 

& closes up blue curtained skies,

who opens up each mind and ear  

to focus, and use well, not fear.

Thank you for all the sleep we’ve had,

on waking up to you, we’re  glad!

Yes, 

Yes!

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Version 3; Link to Draft1 Audio Recording of version 2 of this song.

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An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - one example is now above):

In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given day to pray in bed as we get up, or in the lounge, or at breaky together. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the day, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).

After that, we could work on one for the time before we are about to fall into the  unconsciousness of sleep. (here is an offering towards that end too) … etc...

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Game ?

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To listen to the word of God: to hear 

& try to understand God’s Will and Ways 

is job of ev’ry human to appear

from humus, breathing breath of God, these days.

For words, as all sound does, come on a breath, 

a movement of the air within this sky

(between the earth & heavens), before death

our bodies are the same, if they’re alive.

A “sign of life” for humans living here

is breathing, then there’s pumping blood around

the body with the stuff from atmosphere

transporting to each cell till all have found

enough of that “life air”, where e're down here

they be. And by analogy to breath 

we have from God’s own mouth in atmosphere,

his word to us - is what saves us from death

and gives us life - as needful as is food,

or drink (that maintains  “blood” to transport air).

The word has purpose only to all who

develop from a human culture, shared,

a kind of will, or ways, or hopes and dreams.

It holds the language, as a symbol/ tool

for carrying of meaning which it seems

keeps us above the animals, to rule

in ways that are consistent with our source

of life and meaning, reason d’etre, which

might help us sense the links that are of course

what holds us up & gives our games their pitch!

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Miss ta / Misses

Dancer

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If I'm to grow up still, and not be left

as wrinkly fetus which stays in the womb;

or maybe egg unfertilized, bereft

of tiny sperm from heaven,  that as loom

weaves threads together to make up a cloth,

to weave me of these two (right into one):

the Earth of God’s, and hea’nly nature, oft

made to support/express the life begun

in God as being of creative love/

creative love as full expressed by God

in heaven, and on Earth, below, above:

together is The Way, private and “odd”

to smaller views of this world, but still true

as lovely thing that colours-in whole world

& makes a very image, as he’ll do

with all of us, as we have colours hurled..

..onto the pallette near our page of life’s 

old picture book, or photo frame that’s new

refreshed each day, as husband’s and as wife’s

determination to bring pleasure to

their spouse in ways expressed through all of life,

not just the bedroom, but making the bed, 

and taking out the garbage bin, in strife

still sticking with them, & keeping our head.

These diff’rences on Earth,  made to combine,

within a self, or marriage, as we’re meant 

to image, ev’ry level’s meant to shine

with heavenly and dusty light - both "sent".

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Eve’ning, Morning = 1 Day

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Oh dear-rest start to all beginnings that 

have purpose or some meaning in this world…

the eve’ning before morning marker flat-

out, nearly 7 times* - as ALL is hurled

into existence, nurtured in its “rest”

before the work that starts most mornings here

unless we do believe this bigger zest

that means new human life might still appear

when people sleep together, the next morn-

-ing work might start (a nine months process then)

of baby resting in its Mummy’s torn

up world, her body is her babe’s too when

it is - and only love will make that call.

Self-centred-ness can’t but see other wise.

As humans with no cones where colour falls 

on ret’nas: can’t descry; need not despise

the concept of a colour. ’Specially

so, if they ever had a cone in eye

or trusted - other folk’s  analogies

or word, to recount well the things they spy

and how some things can seem to us “..because!”.

It isn’t that no stiving’s necess’ry,

but rather that it’s not the driving force

and when we accept gifts and graciously

give thanks and let the rest be ours as well

as whose we are ourselves - not our own “things”;

but part of fam’ly heritage, we sell 

these selves short if we don’t learn songs to sing.

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s* - “There was evening, and there was morning, marking the first day.

… There was evening, and there was morning, a second day.

 …There was evening, and there was morning, a third day.

…There was evening, and there was morning, a fourth day.

 …There was evening, and there was morning, a fifth day.

… There was evening, and there was morning, the sixth day.”

“Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, ” (Genesis 1:5, 8, 13, 19, 23, 31 NET; 2:1-4 KJV)

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sussing out options

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Creative love, please help out Fred, and friend,

in looking at that unit once again,

to note what is noteworthy, now and when

(before) things fall apart,

to really spend

their time and talents well, in this market,

and in relationships with world around..

connecting well, not just car, to park it

in safety, yet such need has too been found ..

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Del-i-very:

Delma Heer (nee Strover)

37 Newcastle Street, Fairfield, Qld, Australia.

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Delicious, I've just witnessed a strange thing.

A plant can grow in “pretty shitty” soil.

And “weeds” can then affect remembering…

the front yard or the back side fence, the toil

to trim that palm. Or, we can pull them out, 

and build, or plant, a something in its place.

No perm’nant fixtures are around about.

Our life is short. But not all a disgrace.

And delicate. I seemed to see a frond

of sun-flow'r, in one day grow up - then wilt,

and in that place before its spot had gone

discovered a moon-flow’r come on “full tilt”.

Delightful! Special things grew, showing off

the kind of kind-ness, that friendship can bring

into the world, bring flavours which are soft

and delicate. Some strong, some weakening…

[I’ve seen some one del-ib-er-ate-ly pull 

a weed from neighbour’s lawn - & garden bed.

And it grew not, a week later to full

maturity - to multiply and shed

its seeds about the place - to more infect

the spot around. And that was just - “Because!”]

And when I bent to moon-flower inspect,

I found a star-flow’r growing where it was.

I picked some poop out of the flower’s cup

where dog, or cat, or bird had done its thing.

And gladly then remembered to look up 

to closest star we have. Quite sobering!

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Footnote:

Yesterday we got together for a party, to recall the life and times of Delma Heer (known as Del, or Dell, to most who knew her). She said in her will that there was to be no funeral, but she allowed a party. We met with family, and friends of Del via her school or work, her mothering days, her side business, her husband’s and children’s friends, and people who moved to Australia and whom she understood by her own experience of living with her husband overseas and having a child in Switzerland. Her empathy with others always brought the best out in her. There were other strands that made up Del, but most of us decided to do some weeding for her, and recall those best bits; - not the self-pittying, or tired, or grumpy, judgemental self. And that party, and dinner together later, helped to show that off to me. 

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the play must go on!

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So Stop, & Look and Listen and then Ask,

and Watch the muse at work in play-house* here 

such that folk feel at home so much they bask

in sunlight, like tall trees, when light appears.

And be an ENT (of Tolkien's fairy tales)

not speaking much, but looking, list’ning too,

and trusting bigger, older ones, no fail-

safe plan, but do the best that we can do -

that’s always in cahoot, in partnership,

with maker of ourselves - that spirit of

creative love, that doesn’t ever slip

it keeps the world together. Has no pov-

er-ty at all, just riches more and more;

for ev’ry one, and ev’ry thing alive,

or even “not yet living” but works “for”

the celebration of each bee in hive

or dog in pack, or horse in herd as well, 

or human in their culture, in their world,

where purposes or meanings come from hell,

or hopeful loveliness, as flags unfurled…

The setting of direction is the thing

worth doing and then checking to maintain;

behind the scenes, or outside of each wing

is where much work must go on once again…

so Stop, & Look and Listen and then Ask,

and Watch the muse at work in play-house* here 

such that folk feel at home so much they bask

in sunlight like tall trees, when lights appear.

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e* - a play-house, may refer to a) theatre with stage for displaying dramatic productions, b) a children’s “cubby-house”, or tent/wigwam in the back yard, or then other meaning by analogy or symbolism through those.. e.g. “as I live in the tent of this body” & “we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building prepared..", or “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… ”

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tragic death

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Oh God, we join together with your man,

within that part of your world over there

in Bendigo, at school, with folk who can

speak your good name, Lord  Jesus, in their prayer…

You know the young man Andy mentioned who

just fell asleep again within your world,

“died tragically” he said, as some folk do,

& yesterday, before yr 12’s been furled

then folded, finished, and  the rest of life

addressed and “had a shot at”, as we say.

Our culture doesn’t help us deal with strife,

it mostly helps us look the other way.

We thank you once again for such a plan

a way to live out love, that comes up close,

and personal, within your Andy man

(& many others) in the school that chose

to have them put together in “home groups” 

at school where there’s more pers’nal things discussed.

We join in asking for your grace. Please stoop 

some more down, even when folk do not trust

the God invisible to their weak eyes - 

they might still trust when fleshed out with some bones.

So please help each who lives, & who survives

(the tragedy) at school, and in their homes.

And as you did Lord Jesus way back then,

please bring your healing, comfort, hope and light

into those circumstances - now, & when 

they all return to school. Through sleep, bring sight.

 

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Thanks good brother and sister, for representing creative love in that part of this world.

For the king, and his fam’ly!

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R E A L . I T . Y n..

- image in      that!

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A lesson to be learned by me from now,

I started long ago, but progressed slow.

It is to see that who it is I bow

to, in my grandstand is the one I know

who knows me absolutely, completely

and I am now beginning in his way

of knowing (which is not a wordy sea

but) - loving deeper than all words could say…

It is quite pers’nal too, I say to you.

The symbol of his making love to grow

involves some hard things, penetrations too,

and interlocking of beings that know

in this way, ’coz they’re made to feel the love.

And not just coz they’ll be less than his dreams

of what his kids could be - come from above

machine impersonations… but it seems

that only love can know and be known in

this way that is “more excellent” above

all other ways to know. Cure for all “sin”

that hides back in recesses, or would shove

another to the front, to take the slag,

the difficulties which appear to come

on this earth since we looked to that snake-hag

to grow to be more human, and less “dumb”...

but wise, beyond the foetuses we were,

and still are, in this womb-world here below.

To you God, I address myself, no slurr-

ing, when through all your images, you show*.

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w* - a full picture is not necessary. Just enough that we get the picture. And our pictures are never complete anyway, just little summary things that have enough detail in important spots to hold (& give) the big idea. We can fill the rest in with our imaginations… e.g. our back windows, or that set of “canvases” in our dining room..

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…. is true?

[ in the words of blue (or no) collar workers..]

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Oh one who mentors me in “Father” style,

knows my demeanor, personality,

the humous making human selves, the while 

you stay to give each breath, like air ’round me.

And know the mechanisms, workings of

the way of Christ, which is the way of love,

The impetus and method, both seem pov-

erty begotten - coming from above,

and prizing diff’rent things, for greater reas-

-ons (never understood from down below).

Creative love which made and keeps- on seas

of molten lava- all the land we know.

You “get” the WORD of love, show its effect

upon the world, and how it gets expressed.

And if you make us able to reject

it, maybe we can welcome your heart’s best..

I think I start to see it, though admit

it’s in a mechanistic way, just now.

But I am trusting you more to make it

apparent in my life. Some way, some how.

You symbolise it with the word “KHESED*”

then give the meaning to that word by acts,

of keeping your own word, as though you’re wed.

You have Hosea demonstrate the facts.

You do your bit for centuries, and then 

millenia (a long time for us who

do only live a century), so when

we understand how faithful love might do

the work of moving this humanity

another step towards creator’s dream.

But best of all you give to folk who be

thus choosing under your authority,

more of the breath of heaven that they might

be prompted by creative love itself

still flowing through their being.. real good shite

that brings into existence a new health,

or way of being in this world where pain

is multiplied, instead of beauty, truth,

and loveliness. But his way brings again

some points of being, beings who are cooth.

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Footnote

D* - The word KHESED, used in the old Hebrew Bible (the bible Jesus used, quoted, lived out - and which his early disciples followed him in learning from, and modelled the gleaning of the meaning from the words) is often translated faithful love, eternal love, steadfast love, covenant love. Family love. It is contrasted with the actions of care that come from contractual love. And it is based on keeping not so much any general or particular word, with the exception of keeping one’s own word. So Yeshua says describing not so much a moral code, as a core trait or expression of this way of life: “Let your ‘Yes’, be (in fact, and mean, therefore) ‘Yes’.”. Not more, not less. In other words he is starting a revaluation of verbal communication. By people choosing their words carefully, then keeping themselves to their own word on any matter, they are being involved in the recreation of a universe, and more, in their ancient world-view - they included symbolism into the universe by calling it “the heavens and the earth”, and meaning the core principles by which everything is held together, and the fleshing out of those core realities in consistent expressions on/in  our allotted land(s).

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Oh God we love you,

and we’re very glad…

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We're very glad that you are who’s our Dad,

and we’re some kids you have, and that you’ve had

whom you’re committed to. You won’t stay sad.

By end of womb-world life, we’ll be “Not bad”!

We’ll be a good reflection of your son,

and you’ll be saying truly…(H…mm).. “Well done!”

That won’t be ’coz o’ stuff done on our own,

’coz we’ll have learned that partnership has sown

a diff’rent way of living on this earth.

The curtain in between was rent, as was

its symbol in the temple at the Birth/

New Covenant between dimensions ’coz

all humans now may be a temple and

a priest to speak for Earth to Heavenly Dad,

and prophet speaking, acting as Love planned

(not on our own, but as great love would add).

Our senior partner (as do we ourselves)

would speak with symbols into our own hearts.

We must be willing to learn, ev’ry health

somehow. Instead of more hell, bring fresh starts!

The hell's of our own kingship without you…

I feel it when I wheeze, not breathing clear

the sweet air, wind, breeze, breath, of life that’s true- 

ly partnered,  ev’ry step is drawing near

to who has never left (is all around), 

as much as is the air we need to breathe,

And that supports our life upon this ground

of all our being. His sword’s never sheathed.

It’s meant to be a living breathing thing

a speaking ever love’s eternal WORD,

a seeking of the children who would bring 

more graceous thanks, which might seem quite absurd.

But it is known to those who would accept

fore-giveness for their sins, to then absorb 

the horror of the things for which he wept

that day outside the sepulcher. Our orb…

about the Sun, by Earth, is ā bit like

our orb about our Father, and his son

our very moon in night time, shines same light.

His sending - us small  satellites - begun!

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