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.
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.
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!
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.
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!
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.)
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.
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…
Let now the offices that Adam bore*
of Prophet, Priest, & King bear fruit as well
in bearing of each fam’ly group. At core
relating as humanity’s no shell
but comes out when we keep ourselves in love;
creative and committed in “long hauls”
of not just putting up with things that “shove”
into our lives*, though other times they’re small
sometimes they seem to grow, because of us,
our presence seems to make the problem real.
And that’s the way it seems to be, no fuss
can make it disappear til we do feel
things pressing in and entering our lives -
In choosing not to live alone we let
a partnership begin. Husbands & wives
are learning these same things. At least I bet
that those who let love grow between them do,
as rituals allow for them to show
a tenderness and longing for their “who”
they’ll share all life with, and they’ll really know.
A partnership means “withness” in a way.
To partner with creative love itself
is greatest thing that I can do today.
And I will learn to be that kind of “self”.
Oh God, we love your patient presence with
us, in these jobs you’ve given us to do,
and also other times, with kin and kith.
We want to learn companionship from you.
The worst waste is to miss a sign, and not
see all the good intent that’s been deployed
to help and aid, abbett, against the rot
that creeps to bring (depressed and quite annoyed)
us to our loved ones to blame & accuse,
instead of grateful for the good that’s poured
on us and all around about - infused
in life & love that we have somehow scored.
Thus heaven’s meta for a spirit world
that is to be embodied on Earth too,
and gifts a goal and path, a gate that’s curled
in wall and opens on a diff’rent view.
And Earth was pointing to something much more,
We want to start where we are “at”, but don’t
want us to finish there, at least not sure
of ev’rything we are .. , at this moment.
Have you learned how to tell the diff-er-ence
between a label and a signpost which
is pointing farther on, beyond a fence,
& maybe still a ways from where you’d pitch
your tent, or put your campervan up so
that you could sleep the night and then keep on
with tra-vel-ling the way that you will go
to get where sign is pointing. From here - gone!
This is the gift of metaphor to us.
A culture where a sign can still be read
and understood, without a lot of fuss.
At times we can’t be told - we’re only led.
So look for good to celebrate today,
and talk about within the world around,
and even sing or whistle something (hey!
if that’s not “dis”-ing something sad you found)…
or leave a note, or write a letter of
appreciation when it fits or can
be made to fit. The world is better off
with lovely things or paintings. Be the man (\ A woman)
who highlights what is true, but good as well.
For, we give “airplay” t’what we talk about,
but maybe think of too; so don’t choose “hell”-
-ish stuff to emphasise, by speaking out,
imagining, and putting thought to plan
how we could multiply more hell on Earth.
I like the leadership of that HUMAN,
or SON of one, who came one around birth.
I s’pose that is the same for me as well,
and anyone within the same boat who
is listening to this song, would soon tell
if this applies to them also, and too!
So singing, playing music, speaking plain,
about whatever things are good & true,
will help the ecosystem to remain
& make a better world from what I do,
and choose what I will think and talk about,
but more importantly my acts in Time
& Space (for these are pow’rful, more than shout-
ing, more effective than a perfect rhyme)!
The right is not what might, it truly can.
But in a sense it’s conscious of what might
(without the sure-ty of mech-an-ized man)
without the strongest power base “in sight”.
For that creative love itself is such
that it is not so concrete as a block,
and anyway its love is very much
explained away by what's left when they’re locked
(away, or in, or) out, by who controls.
And if we think in terms of making things,
and folk to do our bidding, not as souls
invigorated on a spirit’s wings..
We’ll only see the kind of things we do.
And cannot be blamed for our blindness here.
But gladly most of us are here with you,
with hem-is-pheres connected it appears.
And this is what is our saving grace:
right hemispheres connect in with the left
in most of human beings with a face
at front of head-
they’re not yet left bereft!
So even though the way that we relate
to people, and the world around us such
that we may learn to live with and relate,
to ev’ry one (and thing) as very much
a precious gift from one who’s name is love,
provision, or just providence, (some say)..
I think each heart that looks upwards, above
themselves in gratefulness will learn the Way!
To think and get some realistic goals
about the conversations that come by,
will take some time of life and playing roles
that show off kinds of kindness that I'll try,
yet still seem far away from what I do.
I value what that fellow has to say
and hope it will help me when I'm with you,
or with my neighbour - if he comes today.
So don’t just think of fixing ev’rything.
Begin with thinking of a forward step.
And hoping/ praying, even start to sing
of habits that could be built on, not swept
away with any storm in tea-cup here.
So habits of relating that can grow
and let some other goodnesses appear
or take root in the plot of soil we know.
And see it’s not just rubbish soil I find
about the place, but stuff I think is rich
for growing things. What values come to mind -
from time I've spent on Earth so far. A ditch
that catches silt, where things will often grow,
or compost that’s had time to break down well.
Add thought (& prayers) to learn (if not to know)
and ask around, to learn to really tell.
Not telling folk, as though I am their boss.
(Except if I am. Then I s'pose I should
be clear, and still respecting any “loss
of face” I bring to them, or lack of good).
But learning how to tell what will avail
for goodness to grow up between us here.
My gard’ning skills might often seem to fail,
or sheep eat all the shoots that do appear.
No system that is never-failing yet,
a process with priorities that might
help me in this setting to not forget
and be more ready to learn, not just fight.
What’s, if I had to choose, one phrase or word
I need for them to understand of me?
What small step can I take to show I heard?
And what have I assumed that they might see?
(and sometimes I am right, as well as wrong).
And how can I show gratitude to them,
for opportunities to “come along”?
Is there an argument I want to win?
So these might help me set some goals to win
a friend, if not an argument as such.
My values help get there, not to bin
what might help me create, and keep in touch.
Time is fulfilled! Time is up! It’s time! All our best hopes & dreams are coming true! The next step has arrived! Other ( please state:……….)
The kingdom of God.., the reign of God.., God’s rule.., God’s sovereignty.., God’s way of doing leadership with the children of God.., God’s way to actually move forward (instead of just treading water).., The Way of Creative Love.., Other ( please state:……… ..)
..has arrived! ..is near! ..is grabbable! ..is “at hand”! (but is not taking over, is waiting to be invited, is giving you time to join in freely) Other (please state: .. ……….)
(This is about a partnership. There is a senior partner. You are not the senior partner.) .. Give up your own independent kingdom; Give up your own ways to a better future; Give up your own agendas; Throw in the towel on your alternatives; U-turn permitted/ required; Go back - you are going the wrong way! Other ( please state:……….)
Take this message seriously! Don’t let yourself procrastinate! Act this out from now on! Keep this announcement as a sign of whose side you are on. Other (please state:……….)
[Let the spirit of God, the Holy Spirit, the spirit of Jesus, the Holy Ghost, teach you and give you words, actions, your demeanour, your own faith, hope, and love to share in partnership with creative love itself, and give you wisdom in choosing any of these colourful points to emphasise or leave out - for the audience you are sent to today.]
Jesus/ Yeshua, is the pioneer and the goal, the relationship and the model, the door and the road, the place and the life of the place, the second (and last) Adam, The Son of God, God’s Messiah/Christ/anointed leader, God’s chosen and named Leader of Humanity, the Saviour of the World, the Lord of the Earth, the Great High Priest bridging the heavens and the Earth, and The Prophet whom God would raise up (from among the people of God (foretold by Moses), whom to fail to listen to, would mean being cut off from the people of God.
and my relating to the scriptures shows whether, or in what sense…
“I believe in the communion of the saints”
A world where there is room to live and breathe.
A world that is a “tomb”, since God’s own Christ
took sting of death away so we might “leave”
by “sleeping”, yet awake one “day”, surprised!
Creation then renewed because he walked
this way so flowers are strewed where his life talked
in acts as well as words. He went through hell
of crucifixion and folk heard him tell
of his experience, quite candidly
and open up his sense of God to us
so we might know his Dad, as such, so we
might standing on his shoulders, nearly touch
the sky, or heavens, with its mythic host
of messengers who with the holy Ghost
might look with longing at his children here
and celebrate each birth day - with great cheer!
And fill the journal (of our fam’ly) in
each turn maternal ancestors would make;
record as best we can, so we begin
to understand creative love’s own take
on what is going down, or growing up..
..so how the fam’ly gown is worn by pups
and the irregularities that come
from circ’ling in a bright world, just one sun
of many that are over head and too,
stand under our own feet, from long ago.
These scripts record relating that might do
us credit, when relating to who’ll know.