Drawing their pitcher…

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And bless’ed be the One who’s truly heard,

who’s listened to her parents’ - life & word,

and gratefully receives their proffered life,

while list’ning for consistency, in strife.

For bless’ed be the Ones, that’s all who join, 

with their good teacher’s life, that is their coin,

their currency to gather as they live,

for friendship is the WAY they learn to give.

And bless’ed be the Ones who choose to look

to see the lines of goodness each a brook

that babbles down a hillside from its source.

Blest be the ones who follow up the course

whose int’rest is in cleaner, purer, true..

that’s water of the life that supports you.

And sees each stream of goodness from above 

as something precious, that’s received with love.

And blessed be the Ones who share the sad

facts with their teacher, even things quite bad.

They open up their hearts to folk, some dreams, 

along with hopes & methods, ways & means.

They’re into partnerships, not just to use

the other to advance themselves, confused.

They keep things clear, priorities in mind,

repeat them often, so they will not find

forgetfulness to be what’s covered all

the friendships and the facts, even the  small.

They anger slowly, looking for more grace,

to soak up bad and flourish good in place.

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Blessed be the One who’s heard,

who’s listened to his parents’ life & word.

Blessed be the One who joins in with his good teacher’s life

Blessed be the One who habitually follows the lines of goodness back to its source

Blessed be the One who shares the sad facts with their teacher

Blessed be the One listens to sad facts and sadder focuses and slowly angers

Blessed be the One who leaves room for more grace

Blessed be the One who recognises grace within God’s face

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