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Les is fifty one today!

Les is fifty one today,
and we're feasting here with him,
("twenty-five" I heard one say)
yet his eye-sight is not dim.

Says he feels like eighteen years;
though he looks a little more,
& his wisdom brings more cheers
than you'd think from just one score[1]

But, just think he's almost.. Where?
Over Hill! (not "Under Dale")
Yet he says he isn't scared
(being quite a moving male):

if it's true he's more than half
(half a century is not bad!)
then he gives a little laugh
-still a cheerful kind of lad-

and it's all down-hill from here,
it must mean, from what he knows
of "down-hill"[2], then it appears
now it must be "easy goes!"

Easy running, faster pace,
much more fun, and blowing hair
comes with any down-hill race
s'ppose he thinks it's only fair...

Now he's in the second half,
well and truly – one year more-
think we'll see more "Gold" (not chaff)
even though he may get sore[3].

[1] A "score" is 20 (the old connotation for 70years was three score years and ten).
[2] Les' comment at Biddy Walsh's place last week when told he was now over the hill, was something like "Then it's all down-hill from her!"
[3] Katrina told us a story at the beginning of the night, about (as she got older) skipping with her children recently, and then as a result being stuck in bed, flat on her back, for two days..

remembering a lover, along with a brother

The LORD God is with me. He is the mighty one that has saved me. He takes great delight in me. 
He calms all my fears with His love. He rejoices over me with singing. Zephaniah 3:17(PM Version)

Halleluyah!
Over the top!
Oh he loves Ya-
Yahweh won't stop!

[&, to the tune of "Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree":]

The LORD God is
a strong tower.

Those who run to
him are safe.
Safe from their enemies;
but they are not safe from his love!

Holy Ghost is
a river of power.

The Lord Jesus
cleans us in his shower.

The LORD God
knows the final hour. 

missed the birthday, wedding to come

Wayne ol' mate turned forty-four!
That's two score*, and then four more,
(and about a week ago!#),
if in doubt, well now you know.

There is love and peace growing
and a dove released, showing
in those two - there's a knowing,
not to prove, just keep flowing:

As they learn to give away,
not just get, I heard him say
he's as happy as a pig
in mud, though his home's not big,

he's got Vick, and Breezy too,
and what more's a man to do?
but rejoice, & grateful be,
he's learning love, I can see.

Amen!

* A "score" = 20
# 16 July  

dees orphans are in eed...

Thank you God for sending dees
(to be our) hands and feet
(that's us people & you, God),
we are glad that she's our bod
over there, in dat Tile and
while we're here on shifting sand.
Both are looking for your new
Jerus'lem to come to view;
and glad to be - sent by yours-
-elf, and people, to our doors,
to look and to hear as you
do when you look out them too.
Thank you too, for fellow-sheep
of your flocks where-in we bleat!
And that you have not left us
desolate, or father-less,
but have sent the spirit of
your greatest, your truly loved
to help us who would follow
him from hea'en, while here below!

HOW AH TO UNSOUR

[Good mate will be "late", 
due to son's P plate; 
- not one is irate!]

....   ...   ...   ...   ...   ....

All the best
for Jake's test.
May you rest,
and be blessed

by the Most
Holy Ghost,
who came close t'
clean (not roast)

and empow'r,
even now
he shows how
to un-sour:

Praise Yahweh
who is great!
never late,
on whom we wait.

with help from JG

that old old story - on reflecting*

Ȃdarm lets Eve be the wise

human initiator,

with this stranger who defies

the core of what Ȃ said to her.

I reckon he should've spoke

up, butted in and said “Hey,

if 'God lies', as says this bloke,

"Snake" might just speak fake today!”,

but he did not, and you know

the tragic tale for Ȃdarm#

the deathly outcomes that show

our zombie life that brings harm.

The living ground which birthed plants

now has as ruler, a nit,

one who can’t nakedly dance,

zombies that use, & rape it.

“What of the Earth?” - you enquire.

Cursed! - since the Ȃdarm# who rules

is ruled by changing desire

(‘stead of served), now we are fools!

Fools, we’ve exchanged the glory

of the next step Yahweh named,

for our “consumer story”;

where bullying’s paid off, not shamed.

Boy am I glad that a son

of Ȃdarm, better than Cain,

came to this Earth as the One

Leader - a boon, not a bane!

* Gen 1:1-4:1

# looking at the footnotes in the above reference explains that 1) the Hebrew word here put as Adarm is both the name of the first male, human, and also the name for Humanity ( ... male & female, God created Adarm), and also 2) sounds like the Hebrew word for ground/earth, for the Adarm was made from the ground/earth ie. (as Madeleine L'engle puts it in her book of reflections on faith & art: "human from humus").

How R U? (a response)

Quite very looked-after
(though possibly dafter)!
While we're still conflicted,
we're not much restricted;
more good work than I can
poke sticks at, my good man.
Folk who are God's children
come past me quite often.
Learn-ing from our Teacher
how to be a fisher
of all those he loves so
I'm real glad if I go
a cross (with him) the town,
or travel the world 'round.

And you?

Beth & Bevan, en route to Heaven

My Father, my Mother,
a husband and wife,
more than any other
I owe you my life,

and so do my 6 kids
(or "lambs" that they are
- no longer "billy lids").
Glad you're together.

And glad you opened up
more to that great love.
You have been like a cup
filled more from above,

as we all drink from you
(and you gave out well),
time, money, strength to do,
and stories to tell,

as well as attention
when you listen to
us, and all who'd mention
their stories to you.

I'm glad Beth's my mother
who's been with us here
for this yet another
hard but love-filled year,

and Bevan my father,
you've both kept your word
to - keep with each other,
- "hear", more than "be heard".

I think your time of quiet
(each day you have it),
even when you pry it
between each visit,

must set the tone for where
you're heading your life
together, as you share
as husband and wife.

I hope we can share too
more with you this year
as we all more value
each sigh, and each tear.

7July2015

happy bithday "little" bro.

Happy birthday 2 ol' Craig
on this very fine day done.
I know it sounds like i'm vague;
49 to 51.

So it could be a big one,
if he's not he's very close,
half a hundred could be fun,
as a body, not a ghost..

But if he's seven sevens
(that's a week, of weeks, of years)
fourth born of Beth & Bevan's
bourn forth fruit, of love (and tears).

Blessings on you, old and wise
one who's learning at each stage;
what to accept, what despise,
how to love, as does a sage.

May you sleep more soundly now
("soundly" might include a snore)
learning not to scrape & bow,
as we younger did before,

yet to gladly thankful be
for good gifts that come your way,
love that covers, oh plenty,
& discovers good to say.

Thanks for your way of being
open as you can, and do.
I'm glad of friendship seeing
that i'm not often with you

(in body).

I need wads .. of what's God's .. others do .. need him too.

I think the issue of children suffering, and God not appearing to intervene, is massive for some people, especially if they have suffered as children. I feel like God started to lead me along a trail to find some answers to that about a month ago, but I seem to have lost the trail of it at the moment.

God, you heed us.
You don't need us,
yet you feed us,
maybe weed us

like a garden
in your yard 'n'
with your pardon
hearts won't harden.

We'll be humble
as we bumble
about, stumble,
and then tumble.

...

roads or rails to move in/on; HOPES, IDEALS, REVELATION

We want our ideals

to help us move on

- roads (or rails) for wheels

with guide/convention.

Things which keep us on

the way as rails do;

pre-laid by a gang,

trained, though few, the crew.

Or else we could move

in a bus "on road"

-does not keep in groove

or rail, with its load.

Smaller yet a car,

two to ten people.

One must be driver.

As driver we pull-

-up, and fill the fuel,

take off at the lights,

drive our car to rules

keep folk safe at nights.

More drivers, more needs,

more knowledge and skill

to keep to safe speeds,

so won't maim or kill.

To remember in

the dark, when we don't

see. What has been seen

before, but now won't.

Such constraint, a track -

roads or rails and like

saves us turning back

from cliff edge or dyke.

Thinking of "Cox's Road",
West of Sydney town,
to Bathurst it showed
many folk new ground.

Others before us

did the work and we

travel with less fuss

foll-o-wing that lead.

Or it could be we

who've worked there before.

Reveal/seal the way

to help move & score.

We want real ideals

to help us move on

- roads (or rails) for wheels,

guides, & conventions.

22June2015