A blessing from the God of great treasure
and wealth beyond imagining, who made
the stars that make up gold. Who can measure
each galaxy, and hairs that would evade
the brush, or scalp if brushed out day by day.
Who's most creative in the whole shebang.
Who's generous beyond what words can say
in keeping this whole dream-time world a-hang-
ing in existence, as he thinks it up,
and keeps it there in mind, for us to have
what matters for us, time & space erupts
with matter for us to walk on and nav-
igate around upon, and live, and move
and have our being. All these things that you've
both made & then maintained, for us to prove
that Iove exists, responding, in the groove
of love's own course to benefit the both!
Not just one sided, as is conquer-ing.
(Unless the conqu'ring is within a trōth,
a game of fun, that ends in both singing.)
A God of generosity, and grace,
Who loves to give, so much that we must learn
just to say thanks to this one we can't face
as yet, but one day may. If we won't spern
the gift of growth, as foetus in this womb
world that we find ourselves within just now.
With eyes wide open, this side of our tomb,
we're rich enough to be gen'rous* - somehow.
"You will always be rich enough to be generous." 2Cor 9:8
Plus, see past blog post "Un-stingy"
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