"STORY" - 1

Oh Graeme, I'm glad to tell you this today..

for God used our discussion from before:

He guided us each one, but I must say

he seemed to use the two together more...

Well, more or less the same as with each one,

depending on the day, and TIME and need

(the place we're up to - now that it's begun,

each spot within the story has a "SEED".

This great big STORY of the great big GOD;

We're  living all our lives within his "dream",

as he keeps it within his mind, we've got 

a world to walk about in, REAL, it seems.

But You, it was, who took that "STORY" word, 

and underlined it, made it bright, high-viz!

(Then God did that as well, might seem absurd,

on canvas up above - that one of his!)

In copying our Father, and his WAY:

Creative Love, a man called Jesus, Christ,

(a way that loves to celebrate and stay

around and share a meal and be enticed

to chat some more, and think about what's true,

in order to live out a True Man's life,

but unexpected things he'll gladly do,

well, "likely" is more apt. His way is rife

with unexpected starts and ends and then

the in-betweens have bits like that as well.

Creative love tells stories, at each "when"

unique, and holy, precious, with His smell.

… t.b.c.

Changes afoot

 Thanks for filling us in on some changes, in childcare, for you and your son..

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Oh God please help this lady. Your wisdom

would be a help negotiating these

changes which occur for her and her son,

to move ahead with daring, not to freeze,

or else to clutch her own hopes to her tight,

and not let go, receiving greater good.

I know your love for her son through her might

not be received as all she hoped it would.

And thank you for her sister who just came

to somewhat share the load and back her up,

expressing more of your love just the same.

Expressing more of your love that erupts.

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The paths of joy...

Lady, thinking of you today. What are you doing?  I'm  trying to work out how to best use my time this morning and tomorrow... many options... We'll see. 

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Oh God please give us wisdom, where we are,

my lady up in Queensland, me down here;

that in our lifetimes left we'll light, as stars,

this world a little bit with what brings cheer.

We know it's complicated, and won't do,

to look at surface levels all the time,

but we are learning (all of this from you)

to deal more with the heart, and what's sublime.

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nimal noise

Once there was a rooster, 

and he went "cock-a-doodle-doo";

and then there was a puppy dog; 

and what did he say to you?

For he said "woof", & barked "bow wow", and he said "rough"ly that 

(I am not sure what he meant now);

I think he saw a cat.

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Greater Creator...

 

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Oh great creator of this universe,

who made, and too sustains, it in your mind

as we make up imagin-ings rehearsed

(most often less consistent and refined).

Oh you who love to paint, with colours bright

the skies around the world (two times a day),

the flashy little stars we see at night,

& highlight beauty, mystery in our stay.

Oh you who loves to love and grow your kids,

your appetite for making is intense.

You'd hang all day to help them in their bids,

to do well and succeed in life, so hence …

you love to waste your time with each of us.

Your hopes and plans for matter, matter much,

and can't be thwarted here by any fuss!

- except the matter of your kids and such -

they're in a diff'rent categ'ry to start

(small images of Yahweh, baby gods),

you let them cause you grief, and break your heart,

the biggest heart that loves against all odds.

And love, we learn, ain't mechanistic stuff,

it is a motivation of a kind -

an honouring of baby gods. It's tough,

enduring, for it knows, but isn't "blind".

It's just that it's the base itself; You God,

are love; and lovingkindness is your face.

Your royal-loyal-love, may seem quite odd,

admitting no ulteriors - "in case".

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'nuther

And, oh my god, when I waste time with you,

I get a sense of what is worth the while,

and where I've  come from, where I'm going to.

And even when I grump, you make me smile.

And so I'm starting loving wasting time,

especially when it's hanging out with you.

Your sense of time is not a lot like mine.

You're getting me to love what you value!

It seems to be because you're  standing firm

on What is incidental? What is key?

I'm gaining now a fresh sense of the term...

the term o' my natural life - of me.

Instead of only seeing all "my life",

as centred round "myself", I think of "we".

And when stuff "hits the fan", now "we got strife",

I'll now accept your help to start to see

things from your point of view. You model well.

By doing that yourself, now I begin

to be enabled patiently to dwell

with folk who are not those who always win.

But as I "take you on", you're taking me

on journeys and adventures, all the kind..

ways that your sense of "sight n sound", "What's free?",

and "What are things to always keep in mind?"

And oh my god, I love you. I am yours.

That's way before you ever were my own.

I now admit, that I am more your curse.

You won me over, by the love you've shown!

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The plot thickens! The creative gardener takes on both a garden & an "apprentice".

Oh Daddy you love me. So I love you.

And thus my love must be begun, it's true,

dependant, and responsive in its kind;

it's not by definition, false and blind.

And if its truly sourced, alive, and sound,

it may take root within the soil that's found

within the plot that's me, & called "my own",

and I will end up named from what has grown

within that plot, for soon who looks a-gain,

will see not soil, if I accept the rain,

and deeply grateful, let it reach through me

up once again, towards the heavenly.

Your gifts of living water and of seed

have both together turned my lack, and need

to be not naked nor ashamed, a plot

by God with human soil to turn the rot

and dirt of life into a wall'd gard-en,

an Eden with an orchard, trees hard-en

and reach up higher still, and still bear fruits,

while silently invisibly grow roots.

And in-between, in middle earth, a tryst

can happen there for lovers who don't buy/

store fruit from markets, for it grows nearby

and they enjoy togetherness - for life

- is found in beds, of heather in a gard-

en, where apprentice gardeners stand guard

against all anti - eco-system-life, 

to trim it clean with saw, or shears, or knife.

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Be the plot:

the plot that's "heard" (of the story), the plot that's seen (the humous in the garden), the plot that's done - with the creator (plotting good things to be multiplied in this world, going for long walks together - in and through the garden and the other kinds of plots)!

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Motorbike accident...

 A friend has had a motorbike accident and has been airlifted to Sydney...

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Oh Lord, please do your magic life in Russ.

Your kind of life that heals itself each day,

in every living creature, and in us,

and even plans for more life in the Way!

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His healing blessings

Sorry friend. I forgot to tell you we aren't coming for lunch. Just hit us... both a bit warn out, and heading to bed now.

Go well. God speed, and bless you with enough. 

And more than that, make you a conduit for

conducting all the things that aid his love

his water, chamber orchestra, and more... 

his pow-er that enables life to live, 

his rest that means a thriving peace exists, 

his kind of give-ness that means he'll fore-give, 

his grace that has more goodness than our lists.