to (dis) day,

 

to day

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I’m thinking of our class today at school,

since I’m so lucky with these people here.

We’ve got a lot of skills at using tools

and also at befriending who comes near.

We could be covering each others’ backs

and helping other people in our class

but sometimes we feel scared of all our “lacks”

and what we’re not so good at, we let pass…

We could be working hard to get stuff done

and helping our whole class to think, and see,

and understand this life under the sun

till we become what people know as “free”..

to live and act, instead of quite enslaved

to how we’re feeling, and what we desire.

The kind of folk who often have behaved

against their feelings, ’coz of things much higher

all carried to us by our culture through

the people who are sent by what’s unknown

to us, to help us become humans who

are able to grow bigger than what’s shown

by light & sound to those around who see

the same things that we see - the surface stuff

that sometimes is quite hard to see though. We

are mesmerized by glare. We’ve “seen” enough

though hardly have perceived a single thing.

It hasn’t made much sense. We don’t relate.

The hemisphere that’s left can hardly bring

humility to learn, more than the date!

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Odysseus

Two handed..(10 fingers)

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Assuming all the gods which culture gave 

him, as with walking, language, dress code, and

his sense of humour, honour, kind of whim

allowable, technologies that stand

(because their secrets - held in guilds of trust -

are too complex to master in one life,

and yet can be bequeathed, as well they must,

to individuals, husband or wife).

Where can a man, or woman, go from there? 

What options would he have? And how could she

work well within the confines she has where

she finds herself? And though the options be

with diff’rent clothing, and maybe approach,

at heart they’re sim-i-lar (& complement). 

For humans aren’t one part, both horse and coach

both oars and sails together get ships sent..

 

It's not our place to see the way to take

It is our place to take each step we make

On seeing all our inconsistencies

to choose against confusing drugs of ease,

recalling and confronting our own hell 

that we have brought into this world so well

before remaking, choice by choice the life

that's gifted us by grace of love that's rife

in any here on earth who keep their word

that’s even to their hurt. for they see

desire of this small self, too small, absurd,

compared to honour’s acts which always be

more glorious, immortal. Great God gifts

to those who take this path, Eternal Life.

At first maybe as song or story lifts 

the lives of those around a husband/wife

United human element to show

the glory of creation which delights

to give itself in acts of love to know

and be known by, the one who ever fights

in ways that open up in time to act

for glory, honour, immortality.

In all confusing aspects, ev’ry pact

they keep, receives for all humanity.

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We just saw Christopher Nolan’s interpretation of Homer’s Greek Story, often appreciated as myth..  this is a day or two of thoughts after the event.

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God’s offspring

 springs off

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God please give your man ACTS TO DO, as well

as words to say to those whom he meets with;

to join with heavenly hopes against all hell,

by helping build up Jesus’ kin and kith.

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borne

“from above”

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My Daddy I do love you and I’m glad

to live within this world held here by love-

-ving creativity that keeps the bad

and good folk’s worlds, alike come “from above” -

“ἄνωθεν”(anōthen) - as it’s said in Greek, and means 

also the concept of “again” to them -

Greek-speakers can do great poetic memes

that pivot on the meaning  changes when

in diff’rent contexts curtains tear in two,

And children borne from one world to the next

are born “again”, or “from above” in lieux 

of heading there, (though he did - in the text).

It’s also “from above” that he will come

“again” & stand on Earth as heaven’s friend

who’s come to live here with us, ev’ryone,

that’s .. on our side, and at it .. (to the end).

And now I see that poetry’s to be

extended from my life with you each day,

to life with those who image you, so we

might each be portals (windows) as they say

to keep the conversation going here

on good ol’ Earth that's meant to show, support,

make unseen heaven’s principles be clear-

-ly seen on earth, where principles are wrought

into existence in a concrete way.

I love to see this world of hea’en & earth 

relating so that just as he did say:

“on Earth, as it’s in Heaven” - even birth.

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Footnotes

“μὴ θαυμάσῃς ὅτι εἶπόν σοι Δεῖ ὑμᾶς γεννηθῆναι ἄνωθεν” (According to John 3:7 SBLG)

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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’m so immature,

in need of stable, real knowledge, from more 

than foetal guesses, I need people who’re

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 not a certain 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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Foot notes etc:

P.S. I started writing this yesterday morning after my wife said that at times I come across as a final arbiter, or judge, or know-it-all who squashes discussions instead of opening them up. And that this habit made her sick! (And it makes me sick too, if it’s true, since I have had experiences with others like that in the past and I react like my wife, at least inside. It appears to be a more common problem for teachers, engineers, trained medicos, and many older men; & I fit both the first and last category in that list).

Then I received a speeding ticket in the mail, which I opened last night, before dinner. It fined me for driving at 97km/hr in an 80km/hr zone, over $500.00 and 3 demerit points. I checked, and last night I already had 10 demerit points. My wife had 5 demerit points. We think I was the driver for that part of the trip, but she offered to pay the fine (from our shared account), and to take the demerits. But to do that I have to make a solemn declaration that she was in charge of the vehicle at that time… I finished editing this poem, we listened to two fantasy stories, I recalled Jesus’ words about “Let your Yes, be ‘Yes’; & your No be ‘No’ ”, then went to bed. I had a dream about the fabric of my society being broken down by people not being able to keep their word - to their own hurt, then on waking re-read the poem above and tweaked it, a few times and then knew what I must do regarding my speeding ticket: Ask if they have any pictures of the driver? If they don’t, or if they do and the driver is not a woman; 1) Do the online offender’s course, 2) represent myself in the Qld court, 3) admit my guilt regarding the infringement, and ask for leniency under section 11, then 4) take what I get. Thank you God.

s* - I heard yesterday of a situation to the contrary where a building’s “Lock-down alarm” was so soft and that no one in the building took it as an alarm for their building (they had heard all the other building around having lockdowns, and knew that a lockdown was only applicable for each building where the alarm sounded, but this alarm had no alarming qualities, and didn’t sound to be an alarm for their building - to anyone who was in the building. This helped me appreciate that plain volume & strength given to sounds has a part to play and communicates things, and my volume and strength of speech are generally a bit alarming (as my children are often willing to tell me, & as I experience when with other loud Walker's too - I feel right at home with them).

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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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