Yes thank you brother I left your towel and washer and soap in the shower. And left your doona and power extension lead and USB thingo on the bed thanks for your company and help.
God bless that brother there to even be
more blessing to the people round about
& thanks for all the gifts & honesty
you've given him to share, from you, no doubt!
Oh God, please honour your great name, the one
from whom all fam-il-ies on earth have come.
Who is the father of the orphans and
knows how to flesh dry bones and make them stand.
The honour of your Christ we want this world,
(well anyone with eyes who tries) to see..
what plainly is impossible when hurled
together just by chance. May people be
enabled with the facts and figures there,
to be baptised, as Jesus was those days
when he took on his people’s failures, shared
our immaturities, our foggy haze.
As he came not to be our judge, but our..
our servant and to give his life to set
free many slaves of sin, stuck in its power..
as we see that his life is not done yet.
We pray, today (and as you bring to mind)
that breath of this your Christ, might blow again
and that each brother/sister there might find
your grace in eyes of who's their champion.
And rise with him, who raised up Peter’s mum
from fever (sick and weak, could hardly stand),
to be the server of all those who’d come
within her house’s influence. You planned
good things for plain ol’ people round their town
(to give Jesus and friends some energy
to serve them better all that night, folk found
that Jesus’ pow-er could do as he pleased.
(~33 hr. after first one)
Well, thanks for some reprieve that’s come since then.
When old friend phoned & talked of tablets that
could kill the bugs that cause the pain like when
a tooth infection makes all life seems flat.
And then I did recall I saw somewhere
within my pack some of those, found them, and
they were those which could well be used with care,
and started then to take them, as they’re planned
to be used. I might still need Dental care.
But this means I can maybe keep walking.
They haven’t “fixed it” yet, but help was there,
the pain is less, and I’m not left bawking.
I will keep on with tablets as they should
be finished - plus another 6 days else
get dental help. I think that could be good.
I need more tablets, til a dentist helps.
So this is how you helped me out so far.
It doesn’t look so special. Normal life.
Reminder from a friend, then find, and start
some tablets, which have their own kinds of strife.
If that’s your help, I start to see your ways
are so big that I sometimes miss a lot,
for all of life together here displays
your care and help. I thank you that I’ve got
such care of big and little kinds which show
a dad who’ll use the stuff around about
to help as needed, so that I will grow
from genie-like commanding, less a lout.
Well, here I am oh GOD of heaven and earth -
creative love yourself, I’m walking through
this land of yours, where I have had my birth -
and feel like you want me to care f’rit too.
You are my walking partner on this trip,
in fact you are the senior partner here.
I want to be respectful not to slip
into a kind of cheeky “Father dear… !”
where you are to me just a genie slave.
I think that is a rubbish way to be.
Yet I know I could still do that, behave
in ways that seek my comfort, luxury.
As you said through the prophets to those kings,
[you're people who were meant to bless the world.
Where your king leads in serving folk, and sings
the praise of all that’s good, and will keep curled
within your hand (holds tight, yet also basks
as much as he is able, but trusts more).]
in trouble they should call on you and ask
sure help from you. Though that was then, before,
I'd like to ask your help with my bad tooth.
It's paining more & I might have to stop.
I know that's not the end, and that in truth
I could go, and return, from dentist’s shop.
And I have seen you bring about much good
from things that seem all bad and hateful stuff,
so I'm not saying all the things you should
do, but this tooth is sore, and I’m not tough.
21August2024
A man, & too a woman, learning love,
who’re made quite diff’rently - & not the same.
I-de-al candidates if each dain’t shove
the other round, and play the blaming game.
They’ve tried the building houses, project stuff,
the raising kids - & minimizing drugs, they care for all the animals they’ve loved
and mostly tell the truth, but human hugs
are harder to be had, they give quite well,
with reservations, care-ful-ly in place.
But fear might still make life a living hell
for anyone who hears the news these days.
The show-dog scene, & sometimes horse’s too,
will keep attention on appearances,
and they are certainly quite finely tuned
to animals, and structures, clearances.
I thank them for their food and drink and too,
the thoughtfulness of finding a lost thong.
The honest speech which came to me (from you),
the happy love birds sing their Eden song.
I wonder if they ever feel like those
first two. Did they feel cut off when they left
the outskirts of the paradise they s’posed
they’d never have to lose? Or are they blessed?
Invisibility is quite a “thing”,
we often can confer on folk because
they weren’t within our expectation-ing.
I’m glad they opened up, even with flaws.
I’m learning a new way of life that’s old.
I don't say that it's comf’table and “clean”,
by standards of upbringing we were told
in groups that we were part of - simple memes.
It does though, match with some sayings we’ve learned,
but in a way that’s deeper, more profound:
that one we said last night should not be burned
(unless it's burned into my conscious ground
of being, so I can keep mining gold
from it for all the rest of my short life)…
The saying that I speak of seems to fold
the universe about a fulcrum, rife
with ways to then mis-take it, yet it wins
because it still identifies the most
important, which our culture often “sins”
by just ignoring, thinking it’s a ghost
in the mach-ine-ery that’s base-sickly
seen as all there is. So, that often times
we let our culture influence bleakly,
the things we saw as children, in kids rhymes.
“It’s not just what you know; but who you know”.
Now I might add another bit to show:
“It’s not just who you know, but who knows you.”
(And knowing people, grows the more you do
together, in all kinds of circumstance)
So, what I’m learning is a kind of dance,
to shoot ideas (thoughts that come by “chance”)
to this world’s greatest FRIEND, as a bro-mance.
A lovely thing’s to be a child agāīn,
some road-work: singing, learning, speaking loud
old poetry and rhythmic stuff sustains
a spirit and a sense of humour proud.
And if it’s tuned to purposes that last,
and they’re more lively inside this old skin,
I'm in no hurry now to get there fast,
I need good seed, gone deep, & growing in
this garden plot which moves around - that’s me;
of soil, with weeds pulled out & good compost
mixed in (& not washed off). So now I see
a benefit in grieving for what’s lost.
That’s if it’s not all trumped up, just for show,
and if it’s not allowed to be the boss,
but has a place that’s shared with one who’ll know
the grief of good hopes, plans, that have been crossed
out, and discarded, left for dead, all gone!
Yet knows the secret of what “never fails”
for it creates all worlds, it's light has shone
before the sun whose energy avails
for living, moving things upon this earth.
This “torch”, we humans were to carry on
to all creation, so as to give birth
to further points of light, though not as strong.
Both spinning, shining, energized by more
than anything that’s else within our world.
A little child, amazed, can stand in awe
then throw itself to parent's arms, be hurled.
And that’s what I would do, as child again,
don’t try to run off “on my own” at all,
but often lift my heart & mind as friend,
as left & right brain hemispheres recall
each other, with perspectives not the same,
but necessary for a teamed up way
of making sense, and living out this “game”
of life on earth, and learning what to say
and how to act, each is a serving king
or queen, and they will rule as parents do,
out of committed love in ev’rything,
creative, and hard work they won't eschew!
To look and listen means that I might see
and understand the world here where I live.
I wonder if the fact that I could be
so disciplined, as to engage and give
attentions of those kinds, (as babies do
around the world, and prob’ly right through time)
might mean that I could learn like they do too?
It’s happening in me. It is sublime.
A thing I see in babes is they persist,
They often don’t give up when things don’t work.
They stand in awe, they copy, they enlist,
apprentice selves to learn, and not to shirk
what effort might be needed in their choice
to learn to roll, to smile, to speak, to sit,
to clap, to crawl, to modulate their voice,
to wink, to be polite, to walk, to kick..
Some categories above encompass much;
like “speak” comes with a language to be learned.
You know there’s much much more they learn as such.
They look and then in awe they do not spearn
the task of doing what’s impossible.
For those who tower over them and pour
on them attention quite irrasible,
(but hesed-love* in nature, nothing more
nor less, & is reflected back by child)
is what gives pow-er (sometimes to be mild),
explosions as their awes impell them wild.
Creative-hesed-love* saw this and smiled.
Footnote
* hesed: an old Hebrew word for the kind of commitment that is strongest of human connections, (life-long spouses, parents/children, childhood friends sworn to friendship) much stronger than a contract that might be broken, it depends on the WORD of someone to be kept, and for it to retain its force it needs at least some owning and thus reflecting back by any primary beneficiary, until the relationship might grow to its unique maturity.
These two quotes from the Bible (are quite surprising to me):
“People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.’ And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them.” (Mark 10:13-16)
“God ‘will repay each person according to what they have done.’ To those who by persistence in doing good seek glory, honour and immortality, he will give eternal life. But for those who are self-seeking and who reject the truth and follow evil, there will be wrath and anger.” (Romans 2:6-8)
Oh, may the road rise up to meet your feet -
- do half the work, join in along with you.
And may the people that you meet & greet
have your demeanor when they see you too.
And may companions whom you travel with
be such that their own goals and aims combine
to make up quite a team, both kin & kith,
where kith are like they’re in your fam’ly line.
And may you learn to listen and to look
as on you go, so that you’ve got a chance
to get to other ends of roads you took,
though maybe with a little jog & dance.
And learn to hear the country, what it tells,
the people with their stories, let them live
in your own heart, with colours and the smells
and may creative-hesed-friendship give
you ev’rything you need to carry on
the plot of goodness that’s been laid till now,
and take it farther, building well upon
what found-a-tions are good & strong somehow.
So grateful for what goodness comes to you,
may you too learn to offer thanks to who
has joined in on it’s manifesting to
all earth (& heavens) in that great big view.
And may you learn to ask for help from those
who could give it, if they were so disposed,
and put to words their work & what they chose
to do, and then inform how it all goes!
