Dozen matter.. or does it?

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I’m given insight by two tales# just now:

the one is of a hell that comes to Earth,

the other is redemptive love - somehow

that brings the whiff of heaven to our turf.

And one is doing all that can be done

to spread approach & spirit of hesed*;

to keep the methods of those who are one,

while doing fam’ly tasks before we’re dead.

The other is to magnify the bit 

that humans share with animals down here,

(good kings and queens are part of and they fit

the “race” of those they rule. They do not sneer

at those below, that's worst case… part of hell.)

There’s two “ways”, in a womb world: partnership,

and living out their best dreams, doing well;

the other is to suck, before you slip

out, thinking in defined ways, quite constrained.

Creative love, the pinnacle of hu-

man life, is seen as “not to be retained”.

And life will sink - more purpose-less and fu-

tile, for we just look at what then remains

within a rubbish dump - this Universe.

For we’ve defined ourselves, put us in chains.

Imprisoned in our walls, we’re quite perverse.

The way of life, is following the Christ.

The leader picked by all creative love.

For his life metaphoric’ly has spliced

the wisdom of the snake, harm of the dove.

And so this way would look at folk around,

and give where-ever and when-ever they

could see it work. Creative love has found

them and they keep themselves within that “way”.

For this way has no fear of death at all.

(Well, is enabled to move through the pain

and suffering that rubbish tips recall

for larger & more lovely life is gained)

It will not be constrained within a womb.

It somehow knows within itself it's end.

And bringing all that knowledge through the tomb

and out the other side, to meet our “friend”..

The mother (and the father), quite sep’rate

to us, yet kept together by a kind-

a kind of way of seeing, and a state

of being in this world, but not to find

ourselves to be OUR selves but owned by who

creative love is in itself. We give

ourselves to its own ends, and hopes then too.

And in that process I begin to live!

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# Two tales: The book “1984” by George Orwell, a dystopian, totalitarian, vision of ousting creative love & bringing Earth to be a  state of hell; And the old tale “Les Miserables”, a vision of bringing, one person at a time, one part of Earth to be an outlying state of heaven, one beggarly person  after another.

*  “hesed” is the Hebrew word meaning loyal love, loving kindness, steadfast love, and when translated into Greek the Greeks used their word for the highest noblest love of real determined friendship: agapé.

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