Star Wars - 2

Star Wars

Part 2

Now, why would Jesus say that when we pray, 

we're not to babble on, as Hindus do?

Well, could it be that we, acting that way

would be like babies who just burp and spew..

When we in fact, through being given more

time, are like children  practicing to walk,

not babes, but children who are 2 to 4

but just beginning now to learn to talk, 

who try to learn from other babbling kids -

who're orphans with no parents to teach them. 

Also, since prayer may be in fact our bid 

somehow to now reach out and touch his hem,

acknowledging his presence, and invoke-

ing, pleading for his help, expecting it.

This most creative being is quite stoked,

his sons and daughters are not "little shits".

What sort of gift my prayers are to this one -

can I imagine how this God might feel? 

The Jewish prophets before "Adam's Son"

had some to say. Their metaphors reveal!

.. I think he might be bored right to the bone.

More unrespectable emotions - for 

creative folk - the prophets say were shown

by this God, to their rituals and more.

He didn't seem to think they made them rich.

More like detritus, stinking waste, that smelt

so much it made him sick, and start to itch,

and want to cleanse his earth on which they dwelt.

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Part 2

Why would Jesus say when we pray, not to babble on, like the pagans (could it be, that we would be like children who are learning to talk, who try to learn from other babbling children who have no parents to teach them). Also, since prayer may in fact be an invoking of this most creative being, what sort of gift might our prayers be to this being? How might such a God feel about our prayers? Listen, say, to the Jewish prophets before Jesus.. Might he not be utterly bored? What other (more unrespectable emotions - for a creative person) do the prophets attribute to this God?

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Goodness. Carry on...

Oh God, I am so weak at planning good-

ness for the woman who's become my wife.

It's like I  don't  have what it takes,  nor could 

become that kind of man within this life. ...

Yet here today you've given hope to me,

or maybe you've just given a reprieve,

for we had such a day as folk might see 

as high adventure, beauty unbelieve-

-a-ble, exotic, in our own back yard -

well with some stretching, at this Carcoar place:

some quiet times to think, and walking hard,

with 4 wheel driving at a lovely pace,

a cuppa out, and eating in, and fun

while list'ning to a story, or a book,

together and enjoying soaking sun

outside, and snoozing when our eyelids shook.

Then talking about loves and fears, and wants, 

within this day while jamb-packed, yet at rest.

While catching up with some of fam'ly gone

somewhere away - in other spots they nest.

So as I see it now, i want to thank

you God, and too the woman who's my wife,

who works with God to overfill my tank

with love, and give more goodness to this life.

And set myself to not just bask, but pass

it on, just like a hose does from a tap.

I am a hose (or cup?) not just a vase.

I'm made to carry, pass on your life-sap!

...     ...     ..._...     ...     ...

A new family tree*

Oh God, I am the kind of critter that

seems always justifying itself when

it feels accused, or not adored, a rat

whose nature is to scavenge, and gnaw, then…

it wants to fight off any competish-

ion, for it is a beast, and is programmed

by DNA and training, no fetish

could change it to a thinker/ feeler; damned

as it might be, it's only hope is to

be drawn into a higher family which

might take it in, and not just to a zoo

where it would not be petted or enriched.

I need to join right in and soak up love,

a higher order than this nature knows,

a product that's received from up above

myself, and what I would myself have chose-

-en, for myself; I couldn’t  comprehend

or think of it. Analogies here close,

and might not bridge the gap between my friend

and me, I need to take another dose

of that there love, that's in the nature of

some higher order critters I have known.

The beastly part of me despises love,

and won't believe it is, though it's been shown.

So it must be denied, and suffer pain

(which might not be because it evil is).

And God, if you would now create again

this Son of yours, could I please help in this!

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*  i.e. chose your own ancestors, your own family tree… (e.g. which son of Adam will be your Great, Great,... Grandfather, the first Son of Adam, Cain, (Gen 4)or the one  that replaced Abel, who was murdered (Gen 5)??

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hě-sěd ;-( a dyslexic ol' dog's trick ;-)

creature communicates!

Hey God, you're doing your ol' trick today;

of sh-ow'ring down the stuff that makes for life,

and throwing more good at us than we'd pay

for in a million life-times. Your good's rife!

A field, or crop, or paddock full of grain, 

that also could produce a million more.

For your fecundity is, like, insane.

And all that's fertile has this life in store.

That's not "for sale", unless you take it that..

.. that even our own culture "metaphors"

the story of relationships in fact,

to those who have the eyes to see, because

- they don't just have them (for a purpose - good),

they use them as intended by one more..

..more wise and good. From this one, they learn "should",

and interact, and grow. This is their  lore.

They learn from him, not just their own desire.

And when he says to folk in Cent'ry "First",

within economies of Rome's Empire,

to come and buy from him*, coz at the worst

his products work, his ad's don't  just inspire,

they're also true, and honest to the core,

the price is clear - although it can't be higher

it's only ev'rything we've got, no more!

Dad's story that his dog communicate-

-ed without words, just being its own self,

& being in community of late

with higher being - it gained Dad's own help!

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*   I counsel you to buy from me gold refined in the fire, so that you can become rich; and white clothes to wear, so that you can cover your shameful nakedness; and salve to put on your eyes, so that you can see.

Revelation 3:18 NIVUK

https://bible.com/bible/113/rev.3.18.NIVUK

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slumping or resting? ...

There is a slowness in myself sometimes

to take responsibility for me

and my actions, to see that they align

so much with love that they'd be called "loving",

or "kind", or "thoughtful", NOT "just in it for

the ride". There's something passive, that will slump.

And this is not that kind of rest from your

own work; it is a canc'rous kind of bump

but going IN. It's a concavity.

And so that is what tricked me in the past.

But God is doing surgery in me.

Or maybe "daily cream", that's working fast...

So Doctor God, whose healing powers are such

that when you help me diagnose myself,

I'm looking at your son/ apprenticed much,

and seeing with his eyes, that know good health

(for diagnoses that he made before,

have shown themselves to be insightful, right;

and his prescriptions are not just a chore,

they're clear and bring results in the "good fight"!)

So sometimes, I am seeing, I must take

up now a cross, that might be called "my own".

A way of working with death - at the stake -

it might be slow, but certainty has grown,

with trusting my own life, and comfort too,

into God's care, and know God wants the best

for me, and others also (folk like you).

I'm  trusting God to lead me to "his rest".

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Enough is enough.

Paulo um dia perguntou

Ao Senhor o que fazer

Pra livrar sua vida de um grande mal

Ele então se surpreendeu

Quando Deus lhe respondeu

Minha graça lhe bastará

Minha graça lhe bastará

Meu poder lhe fortalecerá

Quando o espinho em sua carne

For difícil de conter

Minha graça lhe bastará

Hoje ainda é assim

Você pode confirmar

Basta esperar em Deus e confiar

Que Ele ao teu socorro vem

Pra lhe responder também

Minha graça lhe bastará       

Nataniel Sabino

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Google translate (line by line)

One day Paul asked

The Lord what to do

To rid your life of a great evil from

He was then surprised

When God answered him

My grace will suffice you

My grace will suffice you

My power will strengthen you

When the thorn in your flesh

It's hard to contain from

My grace will suffice you

Today is still like this

Can you confirm

Just wait on God and trust

That He comes to your help from

To answer you too

My grace will suffice you   

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(A Pauline question with appalling answer) 

Enough is enough.

One day a small man asked the great big God

what could be done down here to overcome?

A clear firm answer came: "You have the lot.."

"since you have me, and I'm your number one..

"Your only Boss, and Lord; no other gift

from me, apart from me myself's enough.

Connecting with your Purpose, brings a lift

that overcomes, no matter what the stuff..

"Your home, your help, your back bone, and your front.

Your pleasure, and capacity to work,

Creative wisdom, rest that things are done

to specs that will achieve, you will not shirk!

"When you're connected with your partner who's

determined to be partnered for this life

with you, and willing to walk in your shoes,

no husband could be more glad of a wife.

"When you're with me, then I'm with you as well.

And you're in me, and I'm around about.

And I'm in you. You walk around, and smell

like me, because we're intimate. No shout-

ing then is necessary for you will

be peaceful, quiet, sated, glad to be.

And ready, you'll be moved, and moving still,

and when the starting gun goes off, we'll see! ...

what happens when humanity is whole,

and all that in-divid-u-ality

is not divided off from your own soul,

which comes to you from your community."

     ……….  …….  ……….

Minha graça lhe bastará

Meu poder lhe fortalecerá

Quando o espinho em sua carne

For difícil de conter

Minha graça lhe bastará

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"STORY" - 2

And when with clear delight, creative love 

once walked about this world and shared our life,

and acted like his God - "The Helper" of

the Psalms* and all those prophets who were rife

with poetry and plays to show as planned,

to dis-believing fearful children of 

Is-rä-el, both in desert and in land,

the nature of Creator God of Love.

The Lord, the Boss, the Master of this world, 

who gave it a beginning, and then will

draw all things to an end with flags unfurled,

while happ'ly ever after, living still…

With time for many chapters; many tales,

that yet could be lived out, and then be told,

in that bright land of rest, with no more wails,

but more games and adventures for the bold,

with time galore to share with great good friends, 

to go for quiet evening/morning walks,

to do good tasks together, to good ends,

with new beginnings, and without those baulks.

When God thus walked with men, and shared his world,

as when with Abraham, and Moses, he

spoke face to face of futures he had curled 

within his palm, though all his children be

the children of a god, who thus could choose

to bring more life to Earth creatively.

Thus borne here from above, on this earth whose

pangs are indicting our nativity.

* Ps 54:4; 118:6-7; Heb 13:6

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Star Wars

Part 1

Oh God I hadn't thought like that before:

I knew that most folk didn't seem cre-a-

tive, & to that effect, they use words more

or less like that themselves, when they would say:

"Live life!" I knew that growing up, since birth,

the Love of God and Man, existed and,

I saw it here at times, upon this Earth.

Ya'd think this was the thing on which we'd stand!

The main incontrovertible thing which

we'd live or die for - or pick up a straw.

While immature, and small, I caught the itch

to stand upon tradition. And what's more..

to do what takes the least in energy

(that sparse and rare commodity on Earth.

I've heard, and think, this brain, believe you me, 

is programed so to work like that - from birth.

I'm not so sure that's true, coz I've seen kids.

But other things aside, I feel the pull

of living life this way. I've hit the skids

myself, they even sometimes call me 'Pull".)

Pull Walker. That's the way. But there is yet,

another pull, not irresistable,

but one I don't want, really, to eject.

The pull of love, in truth, it makes me full...

and comes, like food, with energy to boot.

They say that all the foods of this world are

divine love here made edible, like fruit.

In that way, love will energize a star.

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Part 1.5

Given that prayer is the invocing of the most creative being, above, throughout, within, and under the Earth, the feeling of the boringness of prayer is an indication (to me, as to the servants of the Landowner/King whose crop had tiers of tares grow up within it) that "an enemy has done this!" 

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Part 2

Why would Jesus say when we pray, not to babble on, like the pagans (could it be, that we would be like children who are learning to talk, who try to learn from other babbling children who have no parents to teach them). Also, since prayer may in fact be an invocing of this most creative being, what sort of gift might our prayers be to this being? How might such a God feel about our prayers? Listen, say, to the Jewish prophets before Jesus.. Might he not be utterly bored? What other (more unrespectable emotions - for a creative person) do the prophets attribute to this God?

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Part 3

If prayer is in fact an invoking of such a being, expect very creative (thus very effective, powerful) options to come from such an invocation.

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Woah!

Oh God, if you're my friend, the greatest good

that ever could occur to man or beast

is hap'ning now, and there's no pow'r that would

be able to undo this good; at least

if you don't change, and if I follow through

and ask for your own help when I am stuck,

be willing to apologise to you

when I am stubborn, selfish, run amuck.

And then, of course, well, understand, to do,

the things you say, and let you be the God

who knows all things; until that is what's true

of me, and then, we'll see what we have got.

And trust that when you give a job to one

of your own children (whom you do not need)

it's part of growing them up, with some fun

and high adventure, we're from your own "seed".

The higher the adventure, the more need

for me to call for help, and be en-meshed

within the fam'ly business not my greed,

enjoying more your comp'ny. I am blessed!

And that is true (not always what it seems)!

Not only did you make me up yourself,

without a need for anything, your dreams

give substance to this world, along with health.

And then you had a child. Against all odds, 

I find myself within that categ'ry,

(along with many other real odd bods).

I will not lose this opportunity!

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Strange Goings On...

 

There's something strange hap'ning. Oh God, help me!

It doesn't feel like you - both right and kind.

My dear wife says I feel to be "picky".

That word will do for now - unless I find

a better (kinder, truer) word to do

the trick, to help me through these growing pains.

Oh God, to grow up more to be like you -

'sa better goal than I could think to gain!

Your gentle kindness grows each good, like fruit

upon a tree that makes it all - for free.

And under what is seen of tree, there's root.

A diff'rent world, with your economy.

Your Way of doing things, your Way of life,

your attitude, your spirit, "driving force"(?)

[- it's more a "wooing pow'r"(!)], takes wings in strife,

in hardship, suffering, it is seen more!

Well, this love at the core of all you do,

is weak and watery within this self.

( I am not  turning this to blaming you)

I see a lack of thoughtfulness, and health.

And who else will I go to? You "ol' chap" -

the block off which I am a chip, know well.

I want you to know me, complete, no gap

between "what's true", & "stories that I tell".

Oh help me grow in truth. Not just in words.

In kindness, and in grace, please heal my health.

When stories spread about you (quite absurd - 

some of them), you don't justify yourself.

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