2025-04-09

Moving

(not just to emotion, but on into commitment through action), or else back down.



After hearing “1984”, the novel by George Orwell, read out to me




If life as pure mechanical A.I.

will not be waked by images of love -

to let it grow in soil, then espy

a higher kind that comes down from above,


and let it then take root, and bear a crop

upon this Earth, where choices manifest

as actions and as speech acts, which don’t stop

but rather clothe what’s seen as true and best.


Put flesh on bones of thought, which if they’re true

& strong & hold in “world as it exists”,

can then be lever’d on and move things too,

and pick up things to serve, not just make fists.


Unless you’ve tasted love yourself, I s’pose

that no-one here would blame you for your claim

that there’s no evidence that claims which rose

from trying to express in words, to name


it as “a thing”, not just the word we hear.

That kind of “doublespeak”, and “crime-stop thought”, 

which blinds the minds of those who sense what’s near

and might lead to conclusions that are fraught


with problems or with riddles that unease,

and might demand I update my worldview,

and let creative love still gently tease

me, into then responding with love too.


And then into the higher loves where I

don’t be the source, but rather conduit. Please

help me, a garden plot, with life inside,

where judgements are discussed, not quickly seized.




2025-04-08

A task to do..

Response to text asking about my availability for casual work today: 


“I'm booked already. Sorry. 


God help that man, your son who's loved a lot,

as he assembles rosters and such things,

please give him wisdom - more than what he's got,

and help him to trust you - your gift of wings*...


Amen.


*  The spirit of holiness, a spirit of “love, boldness, & self-discipline”, often depicted as a dove, or tongues/ wings of fire.  2Tim 1:7 In this case the gift of the spirit, which is larger than & encompasses the gifts of the spirit.



2025-04-04

an actual big brother

To Neil: Dear brother. Thinking of you. Glad of the rich gift you passed on to me of sharing your life with me, as though I was in your family, not just a fellow ten years younger. Your two handed approach of maintaining the task of learning to follow Jesus (one hand in his) in all of our lives, and holding out a hand of real friendship (starting with a listening ear) to others; has been and still is, a moon in a dark night.  Thank you.




And thank you God, the humble one who cries,

whose heart is broken as you hold all things

within it, and we start to not despise

your weakness, for by it GOOD gets its wings.