Respond to God's own LOVE throughout this day,
which might mean that above all, I would PRAY
for ev'ryone who comes into my head,
from sight, or thought, or from what folk have said,
that brings to mind, to me within the fray,
new linkings made of them to God, the reign
of one who is their father though dismayed,
yet still so joyful in all that’s arrayed
of goodness, lovliness, for children who
would do their tasks as though they’re given to
d’splay the multi-coloured coats of blue
and green, & yellow, orange, red, and too
the purple, indigo that has been said
to be invisible like infra-red
to human eyes, though heat is sensed by head,
just not the eyes espesh’ly. Rays are fed
to life to keep it going at its peak.
This is the Ray of Love, of which I speak.
The ray which makes a way itself, not bleak
-ly ended by a vacu’m. Not so weak.
And so in tasks and jobs there is a chance
that’s given then to matter so to dance
with God, not as “the one who wears the pants”
but one who wears his pants out, knees and hands
a-crawling so that sprawling where he lands
to serve, his focussed nerve - like steely bands,
will not be scared & swerve, and duck, but stands
where all tall poppies get what evil plans.
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