..sort a daughter..

Well, Hannah-Charis, a gift upon gift

of one who listens to all that would lift

up, build up, gardening, growing the truth’s

own way, enlargen-ing, loving what’s couth.

And thus would she speak out, and truth be told,

creatively leak out, more good than gold,

such stories to “be still”, AND “open up”,

in ways both magical ('coz they erupt

and prod on, moving, enlisting more  thought)

but also soothing (or hiding) what ought

be hidden, or unspoken, as did he -

Messiah, or “the chosen”, whom we see

then acting out the meaning of his word

and telling little “dreamings” - quite “absurd”

(but really very skillful to empow’r

all lovers of Truth who’ll do love this hour).

In other words his kingdom’s pow’r is love,

which helps for ev’rything come from above

to be shown up, appropriately in time

for even nails and ropes can be sublime

when love looks up, and trusts the One who’s true

so we can now, through dusty mirrors view

what makes life in this world be less like “doomed”

and worth the while as curled here in this womb

we grow as embryos as yet unseen

in bigger world where goes and comes our dreams,

and Jacob’s ladder wisely is used well,

to save us from disguised living in Hell.