Following an ancient rite of washing away old independence allegiances, George was washed in the ocean at Woolongong today, as a definite analog of his commitment to continuing to grow an allegiance to the leadership of the one now appointed "Leader of humanity", singled out by his volunteering to humble himself, & to let God raise him.
Young Georgieo ain't porgie(o), and he
ain't quite so young as he once was, before.
Though sometimes he might gorge-eo, we see
a wirey chap, with not much fat, for sure.
Some people call him curious, and brave,
with wide int'rests, appreciations too
of other people, and ways to behave;
he might seem silly, just a joking dude.
It's true he's often smiling, engaging;
some think he is laid-back, yet fills the space.
He has an air that's open, genuine,
he's open to be learning, not just trace
the picture as it is, he's learning to
draw what he sees, relationships do dwell,
and pieces are important, even new
thoughts won't just be thrown out, he'll weigh them well.
With warmth & love of life, mischievious,
some say he's "resonant", accomplice in
the stuff of life, not often devious,
but smart, without that boastfulness that's been
the downfall of our race; we think we're gods,
who don't need Father God to raise us up.
So George's unrushed thing's a bit at odds
with self-made man. He thinks more like a cup
that's not the drink itself. Receptacle
of something that keeps life connected to
a body. It can be a spectacle,
or just a restful presence there for you.
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