One is to “look to Jesus, let him in,
and share this life on Earth, share it with him;
& learn from him the way to live down here,
of taking up my cross, till he apears..”
Since I am tunnel visioned, may I be
so tunnelled where my vision is the best,
and to a TARDIS portal that I see
more from, and through, it than from all the rest.
I need your gracious hêsed love, else I
would shrink the universe down to a dot,
a kind of “black hole”, I don’t need to try
I do it “on my own”, and quite a lot.
I see now why “the cross of Christ” ’s a gift;
unique, unparalleled, yet to be re-
capitulated daily: I must lift
my own upon my shoulders. Now I see
how life can flow from death of that good man,
and starts with death of this man, here today!
Then trusting Christ’s new word of light that can
illumine my own black-hole life and pave
the road, the way, the hodos (that’s the Greek
word used of Christ, who’s straight-a-way, and true,
the kinda life that's more than words can speak
of - he's the Word, that makes creation new!
the word of God, that re-imagines all.
I’m glad I’m a disciple Jesus loved
(and loves still, moving this one, that’s this small
man, out of “my own self”; I’m hand en-gloved).
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