Complex, Composite, Creatures!

God,

make me like you
please help me to
serve people who
are like a zoo:

for critters in 
each one have been
snoring, roaring,
soaring, ignoring

that's just to begin
they may well have been
braying, spraying,
spitting, flitting.

It's like a joke:
inside one bloke
can be a zoo,
not just one or two

animals there
more, there's a lair,
a nest, a log,
a hole, a bog,

prairie, & sky
ocean & alp...
The more I try,
more I need help!

I am like them
not just "one man"
part of me can
like beaver -"make dam".

It's not all bad,
God, too is varied!
Help me, my Dad,
not to be scaried!

Amen.

Hubby's dis-ease, while over-seas

Val, good to hear
you're of good cheer,
& your old man-
"low oxygen!"

Please, God, give grace
to them in place-
-es strange and new,
to rest in you

and in the fact
that we can act
within your view
yet under you!

See this dear bro.
& his girl went..
please help them come
back, not just "spent"

but value-ad-
(not -dead, but) -ded,
with your life grown
(or even groan-

-ing) as with Him
who lifted chin,
(or at least eyes)
towards the skies

and often owned
(as well as groaned)
with those he saw,
& joined in more.

XXOO

New Family Starts, they're in our hearts

Oh Lord, we're glad with you our Dad
- & we've come from your heart.
We want to say that "You are Rad!"
& "See this fam'ly start."

"Please help us too, to honour you
as we watch what we see,
& when the rhyme runs out in time,
help this new family!"

Amen.

Concrete Facsimile

Photo by Penny Volkofsky, used by permission.

The concrete facts-simile,

use of metaphor,
which God who comes to live in me
lifts to second floor.

God, I want to play with you

I want to relate,

to make designs like you do,

& then to create.

Now I see what you create

has your own flavour,

you freely give, and don’t wait

for us to savour,

or to “like” your own design,

or to “like” yourself,

you still give, while we’re tryin’

to send you to “hell”.

You know we’re affected much

by what’s seen and felt,

so you don’t ravish with touch,

but play cards we’re dealt.

For you keep us in your mind,

knowing your child who

has grown up will have to find

they do what you do!

The worlds of human cultures

aren’t what can be seen,

though metaphoric vultures

can pick the bones clean.

So you call us from above

to savour your gifts,

to keep in touch, and in love;

more than concrete lifts!

Parents hear - of daughter's distress there:

God, we think of our daughter
in that other place,
we don't think that she "aughta
-not be a disgrace"

more, we suspect that sad things
R happ'ning up there
& know Ur used to grievings
(when we don't e'en care),

please help her cry inside you
as an unborn child
might pick up mum's attitude
and be undefiled

remind her that you're with her,
she can be with you,
give her strength as well as nerve.
Thanks, that's what you do!

P.s.

Please pray they say..

Sam asks for some prayer
pray with me like this.
Satan be aware
Sam's owned by Jesus!

Samuel Lewis Paul
Truman Quin Heer Walk-
in the way of all
true, good men; don't baulk.

God give him boldness
to move on and let
your hope, not coldness
and hopelessness get

into his heart, but
to trust as your son,
your way is no rutt,
your vindication

will come and last for
longer than time will.
We'll enter the door:
Your will, not my will!

Your will's Yeshua
and when we listen
to him we're sure
that if no glisten

of light comes at once,
that's still not the end;
he may seem a dunce
but he is my friend

and because he is
I'm learning to keep
a friendship like his
rather than not weep.

If HE would now weep,
I want to as well.
I don't want to keep
ignoring the smell

of death that's around
about this-here world.
God help us abound
with Love, round Truth curled.

Thanks too that he warned
his friends of the cross,
but also adorned
it with more than loss:

those three days before
you raised him right up
they couldn't ignore,
for he drank the cup,

the cup of "potion"
that kills this life's cells,
grants to devotion
God's life, not our hells.

And he goes straight to
that place of the shades,
he won't debate to
smash all that degrades.

Hallelu, lu-yah!
This son of Adarm
brings heaven to ya,
saves ya from true harm!

She's visiting Mum ... who has been quite sick ... O God, may she come ... to rest - like a wick

Hope you are well
my precious gall
& that your mum
's not overcome

by sickness and
disease of breath..
Help her to stand,
and take her rest,

rest as needs be
before onslaughts,
'n after, if she
needs to. No thoughts

of what she SHOULD
do, from ideals.
That would be good
to rest, in wheels

of providence
where she is looked
after, and whence
comes good things cooked

up by the storm
there in Heaven,
none are forlorn,
children given

joy on their face,
fresh from "Father"
whose love is traced...
Mary/ Martha.

Events conspire to strand two brothers..

God, please give your wisdom
so both of these brothers.
won't worship a system,
or compare with others.

Please help them to do what
can be done in serving,
as they open to what
path your spirit's curving

round about, or straightly,
through these events that come
down the pitch here lately,
at times we feel quite dumb.

Just to say: You've cared for
us right throughout the week,
and so we have shared more,
and we're learning to speak...

Speak the truth in love, and
quickly listen much more,
be more like a dove and
serpent who gives much thought.