2026-10-17

purpose


(per pose; persons pose)



Know that he’s looking at me through their eyes, 

& let him keep looking at them through my own.

This, I can see is his master disguise,

as well as his means to team up - and atone.


Truly his fam’ly, his sons and his daught-

-ters shelter his viewing of ev’ry thing near.

But they’re allowed to join in with his sport -

ta look out with love for each other and cheer…


Not for determining “how they would choose”,

(simplistic’ly) meaning they can’t choose at all;

but for determining now he could lose

the wrestle with children, who’ll learn how to fall…


..Looking at Father & learning to lose

(with handicap more than what means he will win).

So we can grow (me and ev’ry one who’s

in truth his own) following where he has been.


Hearing his voice, not only his words,

and list’ning by choice, so our choosing could grow

carefully, consciously, 

for we have heard

some music we’d like to join in with and go


out with, from fam’ly to those who have lost

some links to their fam’ly of origin which

gives joyous purpose to all that it costs

our Father’s the one who fell into the ditch…


Trav’ler from JewSaleM*, prodigal son*,

both quite down and out, but just love lets him feel

all that they feel. And it’s love makes him run

right up to them so that they might learn the deal.



Footnotes
M* - a story Jesus told about showing extravagant love to people in need: “A certain man was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho… (see Luke 10:25-37)
n* -  a story Jesus told about  lostness: “There was once a man who had two sons, one … was seen as a prodigal (waster), one was a ‘goody two-shoes’ ”... (see Luke 15:10-32)


2026-10-16

Own I’m ungrown…




Oh God I start to see 

my immaturity,

I feel embarrassed by 

the weaknesses I try

to cover up in me. 

I want to truly be

grown up already, I 

want to be lifted high…


..not as was Christ of God, 

beside where people trod

past, jeering, making fun 

of him, and letting run

their mouths, and hearing odd 

misunderstandings got,

 from their ignoring, won 

by puffing up begun


by strutting in the sun 

instead of list’ning done

on own, away from folk 

in small room kind o’ poke-

y, known by only one 

instead of heaps of fun

while playing ev’ry joke 

upon the other bloke.


“Impressive!” is what I 

seem bound to want to try

to be, but now gladly 

I’d catch your eye on me;

know that’s enough to buy 

full core of new-found life,

instead of just sadly 

enslaved rather badly.


Unless you make me new,

there’s not much I can do

to be raised as your son, 

your work’s started, begun

by spirit here of you - 

been sent to grow me true.

I must just trust - you’ve won; 

your word that I’m your son.


Please grow your life and love, 

and wisdom from above

in me, I trust your plan 

to make of me a man,

not just with surly shove

through sturdy leather glove.

Authority to stand

against whatever’s planned


by all the people round, 

the nations who are found

enslaved by lesser gods

who see nothing at odds

with loveless life, no sound

of deep joy to redound.

I’m glad I’m yours. Your nods

pay meaning out in wads.




the verb “Love” …


(not the noun “knowledge”)



Oh God how do I grow up so as not

to need to be displaying what I know.

I seem to love the learning that I've got

to do already, and I want to show 


it off to other people, or just be

somehow acknowledged by the folk around.

I'm wondering about, and think I see,

a way to find, & yet still not be found


by others in the act of knowing stuff.

I think that maybe that’s one reason why 

you hide yourself. It may not be enough,

but might be part of your “means”, so you spy


on us through ev’ry person who looks on.

It's like you hide in ev'ry one you made,

and love to view it all, before they’re gone,

through point of view they have. The colour/ shade


that their eyes see, and what they pick up too

of motives and the secret acts affect-

-ing any other - one or thing, as do

all acts, undone, or done, which we’d expect 


from someone who’s a son or daughter of

a person who could think and speak and make

the heavens and the earth and call them “tov*”

who doesn’t need to eat, but loves to bake.


As I look at the way you love in truth,

not wanting folk’s attention, but to see

the world through their eyes. I want to be cooth

as you, our Father. Help me so to be.



Footnote
v* - “tov” is the Hebrew word translated into English as “good”, 7 times in Genesis chapter One, in the phrase “God saw that it was …good”.


a prayer before we fall into this rejuvenating journey ..where


the blue sky-curtain is drawn back, and we see into the heavens, that we may learn to trust our selves to them, as our bodies & minds fall (once again) unconscious in sleep..


Yes! Blest are you oh God, commander of

the host of heaven’s armies, source of tov*, 

who opens wide blue curtain of the sky

& closes lids of eyes, and helps us sigh

as we may see light bodies float above 

in dances with the muse of truth and love,

and know our need to trust more than our strength

and whits - unconsciousness succeeds at length.

Into your hands, my spirit I commit,

to back receive from you - as you see fit.

Yes, 

Yes!



Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as song.


Footnotes
v* - tov, is the Hebrew word for "good" (as in the seven times in Genesis chapter One, where it says that "God saw that it was good" ( or "very good" = tov tov)
An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - an  example of birthing it, is now above):
In line with the common 1st CENTURY Jewish prayers, which it is likely that a torah observant Jesus prayed... I wonder if we could get for our culture, instead of its arrogantly independent spirit,  a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to end off any given day, to pray as we lay down to go to sleep, or walk under the stars/moon, or retire to bed.
Then, every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, or ballad etc (i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the night, or end of day, or going to sleep, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).
After that, we could work on one for walking out of our home, or into our workplace, or through a doorway… etc…

Therefore… Prayer for

(young bloke getting smoked…)




Oh God, we pray for that young bloke who’s been

quite hungry to know you - enough to've read 

and underline his bible. But he’s seen

a really hard time when he named and shared 


about his own belief in Jesus Christ.

We ask for your protection of his soul,

may your wisdom internally suffice

to give him courage and to make him bold


in showing out the life of heaven here,

the love that needs expression to get real,

your peace, and joy because his Lord is near.

May he continue, even grow in zeal


to be a conduit of your thoughtful love

that isn’t backing down, but standing up,

so showing in your world here, from above,

your lava/ love that oozes & erupts. 




for an overcast day -


a reflective prayer


The shimmer curtains blue are pulled across..

but then the heavens true seem to us lost,

yet shining possibilities seep through

from heavens up above, behind that blue.

When misty grey or white, or even black

drapes pull above us under blue at back,

the world seems smaller, light is undercut -

which doesn’t mean we must think heavens shut:

this gives a chance for us ourselves though mort-

-al to be channels, truly, yes, a port-

-al. So, help us God!

Yes!



Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as a song.


An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? -  example 3 is now above):
In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given adventure, to pray as we approach it (together with others in the same boat where possible. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of any specific adventure with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).
After that, we could work on one for our approach to our own death - restyled by Jesus, for his followers, as just another falling to sleep. (An offering towards that one too) … etc...


2026-10-12

start of day prayer





Yes! Blest are you our God, Yahweh, 

the one who IS, is in all ways; 

the Emp'ror of  the Universe, 

the Maker of the Hea’ens and Earth,

who opens up the lids of eyes, 

& closes up blue curtained skies,

who opens up each mind and ear  

to focus, and use well, not fear.

Thank you for all the sleep we’ve had,

on waking up to you, we’re  glad!

Yes, 

Yes!



Version 3; Link to Draft1 Audio Recording of version 2 of this song.


An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - one example is now above):
In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given day to pray in bed as we get up, or in the lounge, or at breaky together. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the day, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).
After that, we could work on one for the time before we are about to fall into the  unconsciousness of sleep. (here is an offering towards that end too) … etc...


2026-10-11

Game ?




To listen to the word of God: to hear 

& try to understand God’s Will and Ways 

is job of ev’ry human to appear

from humus, breathing breath of God, these days.


For words, as all sound does, come on a breath, 

a movement of the air within this sky

(between the earth & heavens), before death

our bodies are the same, if they’re alive.


A “sign of life” for humans living here

is breathing, then there’s pumping blood around

the body with the stuff from atmosphere

transporting to each cell till all have found


enough of that “life air”, where e're down here

they be. And by analogy to breath 

we have from God’s own mouth in atmosphere,

his word to us - is what saves us from death


and gives us life - as needful as is food,

or drink (that maintains  “blood” to transport air).

The word has purpose only to all who

develop from a human culture, shared,


a kind of will, or ways, or hopes and dreams.

It holds the language, as a symbol/ tool

for carrying of meaning which it seems

keeps us above the animals, to rule


in ways that are consistent with our source

of life and meaning, reason d’etre, which

might help us sense the links that are of course

what holds us up & gives our games their pitch!




2026-10-10

Miss ta / Misses


Dancer



If I'm to grow up still, and not be left

as wrinkly fetus which stays in the womb;

or maybe egg unfertilized, bereft

of tiny sperm from heaven,  that as loom


weaves threads together to make up a cloth,

to weave me of these two (right into one):

the Earth of God’s, and hea’nly nature, oft

made to support/express the life begun


in God as being of creative love/

creative love as full expressed by God

in heaven, and on Earth, below, above:

together is The Way, private and “odd”


to smaller views of this world, but still true

as lovely thing that colours-in whole world

& makes a very image, as he’ll do

with all of us, as we have colours hurled..


..onto the pallette near our page of life’s 

old picture book, or photo frame that’s new

refreshed each day, as husband’s and as wife’s

determination to bring pleasure to


their spouse in ways expressed through all of life,

not just the bedroom, but making the bed, 

and taking out the garbage bin, in strife

still sticking with them, & keeping our head.


These diff’rences on Earth,  made to combine,

within a self, or marriage, as we’re meant 

to image, ev’ry level’s meant to shine

with heavenly and dusty light - both "sent".




2026-10-07

Eve’ning, Morning = 1 Day




Oh dear-rest start to all beginnings that 

have purpose or some meaning in this world…

the eve’ning before morning marker flat-

out, nearly 7 times* - as ALL is hurled


into existence, nurtured in its “rest”

before the work that starts most mornings here

unless we do believe this bigger zest

that means new human life might still appear


when people sleep together, the next morn-

-ing work might start (a nine months process then)

of baby resting in its Mummy’s torn

up world, her body is her babe’s too when


it is - and only love will make that call.

Self-centred-ness can’t but see other wise.

As humans with no cones where colour falls 

on ret’nas: can’t descry; need not despise


the concept of a colour. ’Specially

so, if they ever had a cone in eye

or trusted - other folk’s  analogies

or word, to recount well the things they spy


and how some things can seem to us “..because!”.

It isn’t that no stiving’s necess’ry,

but rather that it’s not the driving force

and when we accept gifts and graciously


give thanks and let the rest be ours as well

as whose we are ourselves - not our own “things”;

but part of fam’ly heritage, we sell 

these selves short if we don’t learn songs to sing.



s* - “There was evening, and there was morning, marking the first day.
… There was evening, and there was morning, a second day.
 …There was evening, and there was morning, a third day.
…There was evening, and there was morning, a fourth day.
 …There was evening, and there was morning, a fifth day.
… There was evening, and there was morning, the sixth day.”
“Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, ” (Genesis 1:5, 8, 13, 19, 23, 31 NET; 2:1-4 KJV)


2026-10-04

sussing out options




Creative love, please help out Fred, and friend,

in looking at that unit once again,

to note what is noteworthy, now and when

(before) things fall apart,

to really spend


their time and talents well, in this market,

and in relationships with world around..

connecting well, not just car, to park it

in safety, yet such need has too been found ..




2026-10-03

Del-i-very:


Delma Heer (nee Strover)

37 Newcastle Street, Fairfield, Qld, Australia.



Delicious, I've just witnessed a strange thing.

A plant can grow in “pretty shitty” soil.

And “weeds” can then affect remembering…

the front yard or the back side fence, the toil


to trim that palm. Or, we can pull them out, 

and build, or plant, a something in its place.

No perm’nant fixtures are around about.

Our life is short. But not all a disgrace.


And delicate. I seemed to see a frond

of sun-flow'r, in one day grow up - then wilt,

and in that place before its spot had gone

discovered a moon-flow’r come on “full tilt”.


Delightful! Special things grew, showing off

the kind of kind-ness, that friendship can bring

into the world, bring flavours which are soft

and delicate. Some strong, some weakening…


[I’ve seen some one del-ib-er-ate-ly pull 

a weed from neighbour’s lawn - & garden bed.

And it grew not, a week later to full

maturity - to multiply and shed


its seeds about the place - to more infect

the spot around. And that was just - “Because!”]

And when I bent to moon-flower inspect,

I found a star-flow’r growing where it was.


I picked some poop out of the flower’s cup

where dog, or cat, or bird had done its thing.

And gladly then remembered to look up 

to closest star we have. Quite sobering!



Footnote:
Yesterday we got together for a party, to recall the life and times of Delma Heer (known as Del, or Dell, to most who knew her). She said in her will that there was to be no funeral, but she allowed a party. We met with family, and friends of Del via her school or work, her mothering days, her side business, her husband’s and children’s friends, and people who moved to Australia and whom she understood by her own experience of living with her husband overseas and having a child in Switzerland. Her empathy with others always brought the best out in her. There were other strands that made up Del, but most of us decided to do some weeding for her, and recall those best bits; - not the self-pittying, or tired, or grumpy, judgemental self. And that party, and dinner together later, helped to show that off to me. 


2026-10-01

the play must go on!




So Stop, & Look and Listen and then Ask,

and Watch the muse at work in play-house* here 

such that folk feel at home so much they bask

in sunlight, like tall trees, when light appears.


And be an ENT (of Tolkien's fairy tales)

not speaking much, but looking, list’ning too,

and trusting bigger, older ones, no fail-

safe plan, but do the best that we can do -


that’s always in cahoot, in partnership,

with maker of ourselves - that spirit of

creative love, that doesn’t ever slip

it keeps the world together. Has no pov-


er-ty at all, just riches more and more;

for ev’ry one, and ev’ry thing alive,

or even “not yet living” but works “for”

the celebration of each bee in hive


or dog in pack, or horse in herd as well, 

or human in their culture, in their world,

where purposes or meanings come from hell,

or hopeful loveliness, as flags unfurled…


The setting of direction is the thing

worth doing and then checking to maintain;

behind the scenes, or outside of each wing

is where much work must go on once again…


so Stop, & Look and Listen and then Ask,

and Watch the muse at work in play-house* here 

such that folk feel at home so much they bask

in sunlight like tall trees, when lights appear.



e* - a play-house, may refer to a) theatre with stage for displaying dramatic productions, b) a children’s “cubby-house”, or tent/wigwam in the back yard, or then other meaning by analogy or symbolism through those.. e.g. “as I live in the tent of this body” & “we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building prepared..", or “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… ”





2026-09-29

tragic death




Oh God, we join together with your man,

within that part of your world over there

in Bendigo, at school, with folk who can

speak your good name, Lord  Jesus, in their prayer…


You know the young man Andy mentioned who

just fell asleep again within your world,

“died tragically” he said, as some folk do,

& yesterday, before yr 12’s been furled


then folded, finished, and  the rest of life

addressed and “had a shot at”, as we say.

Our culture doesn’t help us deal with strife,

it mostly helps us look the other way.


We thank you once again for such a plan

a way to live out love, that comes up close,

and personal, within your Andy man

(& many others) in the school that chose


to have them put together in “home groups” 

at school where there’s more pers’nal things discussed.

We join in asking for your grace. Please stoop 

some more down, even when folk do not trust


the God invisible to their weak eyes - 

they might still trust when fleshed out with some bones.

So please help each who lives, & who survives

(the tragedy) at school, and in their homes.


And as you did Lord Jesus way back then,

please bring your healing, comfort, hope and light

into those circumstances - now, & when 

they all return to school. Through sleep, bring sight.

 



Thanks good brother and sister, for representing creative love in that part of this world.


For the king, and his fam’ly!



2026-09-28

R E A L . I T . Y n..


- image in      that!



A lesson to be learned by me from now,

I started long ago, but progressed slow.

It is to see that who it is I bow

to, in my grandstand is the one I know


who knows me absolutely, completely

and I am now beginning in his way

of knowing (which is not a wordy sea

but) - loving deeper than all words could say…


It is quite pers’nal too, I say to you.

The symbol of his making love to grow

involves some hard things, penetrations too,

and interlocking of beings that know


in this way, ’coz they’re made to feel the love.

And not just coz they’ll be less than his dreams

of what his kids could be - come from above

machine impersonations… but it seems


that only love can know and be known in

this way that is “more excellent” above

all other ways to know. Cure for all “sin”

that hides back in recesses, or would shove


another to the front, to take the slag,

the difficulties which appear to come

on this earth since we looked to that snake-hag

to grow to be more human, and less “dumb”...


but wise, beyond the foetuses we were,

and still are, in this womb-world here below.

To you God, I address myself, no slurr-

ing, when through all your images, you show*.



w* - a full picture is not necessary. Just enough that we get the picture. And our pictures are never complete anyway, just little summary things that have enough detail in important spots to hold (& give) the big idea. We can fill the rest in with our imaginations… e.g. our back windows, or that set of “canvases” in our dining room..


2026-09-23

…. is true?


[ in the words of blue (or no) collar workers..]



Oh one who mentors me in “Father” style,

knows my demeanor, personality,

the humous making human selves, the while 

you stay to give each breath, like air ’round me.


And know the mechanisms, workings of

the way of Christ, which is the way of love,

The impetus and method, both seem pov-

erty begotten - coming from above,


and prizing diff’rent things, for greater reas-

-ons (never understood from down below).

Creative love which made and keeps- on seas

of molten lava- all the land we know.


You “get” the WORD of love, show its effect

upon the world, and how it gets expressed.

And if you make us able to reject

it, maybe we can welcome your heart’s best..


I think I start to see it, though admit

it’s in a mechanistic way, just now.

But I am trusting you more to make it

apparent in my life. Some way, some how.


You symbolise it with the word “KHESED*”

then give the meaning to that word by acts,

of keeping your own word, as though you’re wed.

You have Hosea demonstrate the facts.


You do your bit for centuries, and then 

millenia (a long time for us who

do only live a century), so when

we understand how faithful love might do


the work of moving this humanity

another step towards creator’s dream.

But best of all you give to folk who be

thus choosing under your authority,


more of the breath of heaven that they might

be prompted by creative love itself

still flowing through their being.. real good shite

that brings into existence a new health,


or way of being in this world where pain

is multiplied, instead of beauty, truth,

and loveliness. But his way brings again

some points of being, beings who are cooth.


Footnote

D* - The word KHESED, used in the old Hebrew Bible (the bible Jesus used, quoted, lived out - and which his early disciples followed him in learning from, and modelled the gleaning of the meaning from the words) is often translated faithful love, eternal love, steadfast love, covenant love. Family love. It is contrasted with the actions of care that come from contractual love. And it is based on keeping not so much any general or particular word, with the exception of keeping one’s own word. So Yeshua says describing not so much a moral code, as a core trait or expression of this way of life: “Let your ‘Yes’, be (in fact, and mean, therefore) ‘Yes’.”. Not more, not less. In other words he is starting a revaluation of verbal communication. By people choosing their words carefully, then keeping themselves to their own word on any matter, they are being involved in the recreation of a universe, and more, in their ancient world-view - they included symbolism into the universe by calling it “the heavens and the earth”, and meaning the core principles by which everything is held together, and the fleshing out of those core realities in consistent expressions on/in  our allotted land(s).


Oh God we love you,


and we’re very glad…




We're very glad that you are who’s our Dad,

and we’re some kids you have, and that you’ve had

whom you’re committed to. You won’t stay sad.

By end of womb-world life, we’ll be “Not bad”!


We’ll be a good reflection of your son,

and you’ll be saying truly…(H…mm).. “Well done!”

That won’t be ’coz o’ stuff done on our own,

’coz we’ll have learned that partnership has sown


a diff’rent way of living on this earth.

The curtain in between was rent, as was

its symbol in the temple at the Birth/

New Covenant between dimensions ’coz


all humans now may be a temple and

a priest to speak for Earth to Heavenly Dad,

and prophet speaking, acting as Love planned

(not on our own, but as great love would add).


Our senior partner (as do we ourselves)

would speak with symbols into our own hearts.

We must be willing to learn, ev’ry health

somehow. Instead of more hell, bring fresh starts!


The hell's of our own kingship without you…

I feel it when I wheeze, not breathing clear

the sweet air, wind, breeze, breath, of life that’s true- 

ly partnered,  ev’ry step is drawing near


to who has never left (is all around), 

as much as is the air we need to breathe,

And that supports our life upon this ground

of all our being. His sword’s never sheathed.


It’s meant to be a living breathing thing

a speaking ever love’s eternal WORD,

a seeking of the children who would bring 

more graceous thanks, which might seem quite absurd.


But it is known to those who would accept

fore-giveness for their sins, to then absorb 

the horror of the things for which he wept

that day outside the sepulcher. Our orb…


about the Sun, by Earth, is ā bit like

our orb about our Father, and his son

our very moon in night time, shines same light.

His sending - us small  satellites - begun!





2026-09-18

…k he said*…





The lover of my life, and health, & breath,

the lover of my wife, and self, in (death,

and) life upon this Earth; you’ve turned around

the way we speak of life, then death. You found


it necessary stuff, to start at cross,

(combining death with suffering as well 

as shame, which often comes to us with loss

of self-determination (which brings Hell,


if self is the alone thing some speak of,

instead of teamed up with a larger way

of learning to relate with all around

as hemispheres in brain are teamed - & stay


in healthy human individu-al

where hemisphere that’s left’s not left at all,

though often-times it is allowed to stall

the impulse that right hemisphere would call


us to. “Right” stays around to suffer much 

with one that would be left alone, by choice.

So that there is a chance for “Left” to trust -

- & veto less what “Right” has tried to voice.


So I, as hemisphere that’s “Left”, down here, 

would kneel and give allegiance to my christ,

who through the influence of “Right” appears,

considering another way, suffice


ta say - the way of self-giving, khes’ed*.

I see your way more cle-ar-ly today

as I spend time with you, and see “as dead”

that separated, left a-lone-ly way.



d* - KHES’ED, is the Hebrew term, used in the Hebrew Bible; often translated into English as loyal love, loving kindness, faithful love, the love that is invoked for keeping one’s own word, in covenants. When the New Testament translates this word into the Greek word Agapé, it then takes our understanding further than saying that “God is loving”, and using symbol and metaphore, says starkly that “GOD IS LOVE”.


Gaanha-bula*


(Truth Through Knowledge*)



The kind of life that “lives, and moves, and has 

its ‘being’” in this world, connecting not

with purpose, or with meaning, will thrive as..

..as much as do machines, cancer, or rot.


That's not to say it will not multiply

(nor that the parts will not get out of whack).

For cancer cells take that command and “try”

to practice it, but don’t honour. They’re slack


at acting like there's order down the line, 

at tending to the purpose they were made -

connect with knowledge, where the truth does shine

(not where it can’t be seen. So light, not shade


enables us to see. But here’s “the rub”:

the ointment that must be rubbed in, through time;

the single purpose learning, with no hub

(rotating not around the truth sublime*)


the truth we know (& thus  enflesh it here),

on Middle Earth, between the poles that be

(at least by some conceptions, they appear)

“above”, “below”. The purpose that we see


or think we do. And through life here we test

out how our chosen options really work.

Some do. Some don’t. We’re not sure ’bout the rest.

But let us learn, and not just slob, or shirk!


The falling down. That giving up, to be

just led by “my desires at the time”,

is fearful way to bring insanity,

instead of growing friendship, so it shines.



la* - Canobolas is an  anglicisation of Gaanha-bula, the Wirajuri name for the two shoulders seen in our landscape, and storied about in that culture - showing (not telling, but story-telling) how an ignoring of higher purpose and lore brings dire consequences.
ge* - The present motto of Canobolas High School, where knowledge has both its incipient connotations of a) relating in a deeper way as a self, (close or personal knowing of a person or people, as spouse/ friend / acquaintance/ class member, someone to hang out more with or best not to hang out more with)  & b) the more perfunctory knowledge of facts, recall,  understanding connections of principles, and ways to maintain, protect and enhance - (focussed on technology for) the self (individually, or collectively).
me* - It appears that the term Sublime, is itself a nuanced tension between two poles, that might be expressed as  delight/awe and terror/horror, notably akin to the function of what is meant by another term Numinous. Others seem to frame the sublime as a result of living in a tension between our sensory limitations (with finite ways, in time & space, of relating to others around us), and our rational mind (which assumes the possibility of an infinite understanding).



Unless you change...


(...and become like a SMALL ONE, A CHILD…)



Dear God you are our father (and our friend),

you know we are but dust, though with your breath.

We take from Jesus that his life don't end,

though we may sleep, love never meets real  death.


For love continues, never ends, or stops,

but finishes what's started - til complete.

And it's complete is not some static Top -

some journeys rest &  strengthen up your feet.


Dear God your "Paul" (that does mean "small" we know)

has taken Jesus' wisdom here for real.

The small child holds its parents' hands and shows

its heritage and future, thus revealed.




Now She’s Sixty-Four!




This day, but long ago on a Monday, 

was born to Hans & Dell in Brisbane town

a baby girl, who hadn’t much to say

except some crying. Third child, not a frown


from Mum & Dad, they knew the drill by then,

the crying was no problem, just “the deal”.

So soon she joined her fam-i-ly again 

(for she was there before, but not for meals).


And grew up, finished prim’ry school and more.

She went to Grammar for High School you know.

Then Rot-ar-ry Exchange brought a new store

of chances, changes happened on the go.


For there, she says, she bowed her knee to who

was once anointed by creative love

itself to lead all humans so to choose

to live obeying word from up above,


instead of just their own desires or whims.

This magic might seem more than could be true,

but I have seen her choose to learn from him,

so I would vote with her, and also do


that shrink to little children learning love

within this power-centred world down here.

Though years have gone (full sixty-four have shoved

their ways across her path), she’s staying near


to who she covenanted with - for life:

her God, her husband, children, grandies too.

Katrina you are more than just my wife - 

my friend as well, and Dear Girl, I love you.


Paul.



2026-09-15

confidence



Hey folk, I am hoping to make it to breaky in the morning at 7:30am.  I'll see anyone else who makes it too. Either way...



Oh God, we love you, and we want your reign

of quiet confidence, and contentment,

with content meant to bring futures again

into this place below where you have sent


your spirit into Jesus, your own Christ,

and then together your son and yourself

sent this same spirit, to help us (suffice

ta say) - our en-er-gy, and too our health. 


And just this way, our fam-i-ly grows true,

and thus true sons and daughters are grown up.

We have the highest confidence in you -

your Jesus way to let your life erupt!




Door ta …

.. a new world... Just thought of you, seeing that picture of you on the fridge wishing us a Happy New Year 2026. Love.



God help this daughter there in Dubbo town,

to rest in your good company today,

(including those in whom you walk around)

where she lives, moves, and "be"s, within this fray.


Please give protection from the sin that seems 

to be a crouching predator that wants

to have her, as a "thing", not just in dreams,

but as a slave, or food to fuel it's nons-


ence. She is your own daughter, as she's mine, 

(and Trina's too - & we are yours as well).

Please give your wisdom, at the precise time

it's needed    to build heaven's hopes, not hell's.




2026-09-14

Renewed


(in the spirit of our mind)


      “...we cannot possibly restrain ourselves from speaking about what we have seen and heard with our own eyes and ears.” (Acts 4:20)



Wow, what a principle to see myself.

I think it’s true. I’ve seen it in my life.

At ev’ry level where insight is health

of "human" being seen as Love's own wife.


Ones who are intertwined themselves with who 

is being in itself, but wants to share

this way of living life, designing you

& me to model “fam-i-ly” that's there.


What is it that I've seen and heard with my

own eyes and ears? Because I probably

won’t possibly be able to comply

with orders to restrain myself from spea-


king of not “what I think”, but “clearly see”.

It’s no longer exper'enced in me as two-

step process which I undertake in me,

(and though I do suppose that I must do


it, for it is in fact an act that’s done,

if it is to occur within this world).

I must be trained to see, not as a one-

off instance, but as process that’s uncurled


in me as was the sitting with my views 

of left eye, and the right one too, in head,

and trusting that designers' work ensues..

..let it add third dimension there instead.


So here I am, I do hear things, … those birds

at 5 am they warble-in the sun,

add to the views of heaven that have stirred

somehow within this heart.  New day’s begun!





2026-09-13

cross the road

(yet overdoing it becomes a double crossing)



That fellow neighbour in my street who lives

quite close, but is quite angry with me now,

for reason that I do not know, which gives

me wonderings - leaves me scratching my brow…


…and other neighbours can not get along

with him just now, they keep their distance well,

to not be damaged, hurt, or then take on

the rolê of target, in his “practice” hell.


A hell that’s made from human choices to 

be portals into this world of that stance

which focuses alone, with self in view-

keep it maintained, protected, then enhance.


This is too limited, a one-eyed view

of life on Earth, where we since birth have learned

to leave all the relating which we do

to others who must oversee; we’ve spearned


apprenticeship to none less than the love,

creative energy, integrity,

design, which bounces atoms in each glove

that’s called a human self - so you and me -


to give us human selfhood, in a world

that speaks an action language, of symbol,

to give us insight; not as though we’re hurled 

by chance & indescriminate “gamble”.


Though maybe “gamble” isn’t quite all wrong

for in that process, someOne has a will, 

a hope that actual is well,  more strong 

than actuarial, statistical.


One learns that acts can trump the stat’s themselves,

some trust is put on that, to outsmart odds;

it's living dangerously, not “off the shelf”,

in hands of God, or maybe just some gods.


But getting back to two eyed view, where the 

view that’s from second eye which sees the big-

ger picture, from above, not just where we

live on this ground of being; it’s a sig-


nal, or more symbol, of that we’ve been “dacked”,

so let a bigger understand ing act,

impact this world. If we were made in fact

to here enflesh LOVE’s word/ will with impact!




2026-09-11

long haul..

(Roe, Paul)*



The greatest pilgrimage, reserved for each

who’s ever had the chance to live on Earth

(that’s under heavens, over land or sea),

should occupy some time and thought.. since birth…


At least we model it, as Jesus spoke

of having naps or sleep (like ev’ry night).

A portion of each day*, we find each bloke

or sheila loses consciousness, all right?


Then, we are not “in charge”... not “calling shots”;

or if we do, most sane folk will ignore

the words we say. What acts we do are lots

less able to be blessing others, for


we’re not attending well to things around,

not able to participate down here.

That's not to say that no story has found 

us, will not carry us, till we appear


- back here, on waking up again; or else,

as we might learn from this symbol each day, 

- in bigger, smaller, dream-time. Better health’s

an oft repeated blessing either way.


For even this small symbol helps itself

(not meaning on its own, to take away,

but though this life’s a given thing), our health

will often turn within our sleep. We pray


for symbol to be quite fulfilled at last..

To die within a restful sleep seems best

to many folk - that’s even who live fast

and furious. I’m curious to rest.


And I think Paul the row-er ’cross that stream,

(not on his own no more, but) spirit’ed

within the Dreamtime Jesus said had beamed

into this world, will not be really “dead”.


Except to this “ol’ way” where we adore

the spirit of compet’iveness, & “seize”

on what’s not melody; but something for

the sporting field, the game - with boundaries.


Remains - the rest of peace, in hands well proved,

who sides with keeping one’s own word, & trusts

the word of that creative love which rooved

this “home”, protecting little ones of dust.


But not to stop adventures! Not at all!

- to snip that mortal coil - umbillical,

and learn to live quite partnered, standing tall,

and seeing God (which is quite biblical)..


..and knowing him who is, Pa Excellence - 

the biggest Dad-Joker around the place,

this won’t be just an inconvenience*,

but what his life’s equipping him to face.



Notes underfoot
)*- another subtitle possibility is "like father, like son"
y* - An eighth (3hrs) to a third (8hrs) of most days, most humans “fall asleep” into unconsciousness. Many have learned to look forward to it, as a time of refreshment.
e* - recalling G. K. Chesterton’s quip that went something like “An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” [1]
his life - obviously means “all his life up to (& including) now”; but with Paul there is another metaphorical (& metanarratival) meaning as well; as when his namesake, Jesus Christ’s Apostle (=Ambassador), Paul wrote in the First Century, to a motley crew (including slaves) of new Jesus followers in the provincial Roman town of Colossae: “When Christ, who is your life, appears…” (Col 3:4)

1st Draft Audio recording of a reading of the text above.



2026-09-10

… the Man!



Hmm mate... How are things? 
Your boy is suffering some sort of weird “spiritual” attack… please pray… 
Ok, until we get to talk...



Oh God, we're asking you to be the God,

and we will be your people on your Earth.

Please do protect this boy from evil's odd

and pow'r-less ways, since he is yours from birth


into the fam'ly of his father who

has given his allegiance to your son.

And so this boy is holy unto you

since he is covered until he's begun


to choose himself, as young man, on your earth.

I think the sooner he takes this on too,

the sooner he is partnered, with new birth

as son himself, well loved, the son of you..


with your eternal life - immortal stuff,

that swallows up our old self that's a prick.

Please grow us up, we can't do it enough

un-partnered on our own. We are too sick.


But healing, by your own design is good;

self-healing bodies, what a lurk to have.

And so we thank you God (just as we should)

and ask you to help us see how to nav-


-i-gate through all these weird things round about. 

Please give the wisdom of creative love

to us to learn to serve, and not to pout

just because we aren't quite wise enough..


Since if we’re partnered with the very one

who keeps the universe existent and

is glad to have a child join in the fun,

there’s heaps we don’t yet need to understand!




Dear Robyn.




God, help this lady, who is your small child,

to cry as is the right emotion to

express the kind of sadness, grief as styled

by you our God, & Jesus son of you.


And same for Paul, her husband; may they smile

as Jesus did to people whom he met, 

as well as crying loudly in the style 

of prophets of the God we've not seen yet


we love him, 'coz he sources all OUR love, 

and answers all requests as he thinks good.

We trust his wisdom as from far above

our own, which is just sense. And so we should.


And thanks for blessing them together with

the offspring that you gave them, so to more

bring blessing from the heavens to the ear-th

to help embody what we’re put here for.


They never thought they’d live eternally

in mortal bodies, any more than those 

of ante-natal foetuses which be

fed, breathing and excreting through that hose -


the cord that is um-bill-i-cal that goes

to the placenta, inside womb of Mum,

but after birth the after-birth, and hose

are well, discarded - “bigger” life has come.


But also all the after-birth may well

be buried with some honour & some grace,

because it served, sustaining life; and tell

the story of its work in that small space.




2026-09-09

A day like today




They say that ev’ry day is much the same

as ev’ry other day that comes along.

At times it seems to be true, since each name

of days within a week may start off strong,


Like Mon-, or Choose-, or When’s-, or Thirst-, or Fry-

(or even when you’ve Sat- in Sun- they say),

all of them end the same, that is in my..

my lingo (English), where each ends in “-day”.


Though this is not so strong an argument, 

there is the fact that feelings worlds can be 

discounted by the fact-y part that’s lent 

more power by our culture. Let me see.


Today is When’s-day, though I don’t spell well,

I slept last night in Dubbo town on mat-

ress on the floor, and then I saw my gal

for breaky, just before I walked and sat


in driver’s seat, of our car, and came back

to Orange, where I had a school-day which 

a lot might say is just another day

but we got through a lot of stuff and learned 

a bit in different areas of life,

and gave some “yindyamarra” as folk say 

around here, that lets people who’ve been burned

move forward, even though there’s still some strife.





2026-09-04

My th eos




Oh God, we thank you for your presence with 

us any where we go, and how we feel.

It's better for us than the best-est myth

about old Zeus with Hermes on his heel.





a tension


to “negative space”..



Be ready any time to “drop and turn” -

not physic’lly to drop what will just break,

but let my super focus torch “unburn”,

and lift my head up, look around, and take


what time it takes to see the world around,

so turning from the habit of recluse

(the loss of tending to acts, sights, and sounds

around about). An act that is incluse-


ive of the other actors here on earth

(& maybe those in heaven too as well),

and with that spirit of helping a birth

of someone, to someone; can’t always tell


who’ll live, or die, or ’s worthy to go on.

I'm acting as a mid-wife here myself.

I don’t know what’s been happ’ning in someone

else, at least I need to check the health


of people round about, or of the group -

the spirit of the classroom that I'm in

and is there some way I can really stoop

down, pick up stuff that should be in the bin..


and put it there, or prop’ly clean it out.

To keep the classroom healthy. I’ve done this

before, and it did not mean I must pout,

just act, and then keep positive. Don’t hiss!


But also do not miss the chance to see

and act in helpful ways to benefit

the people round about, not my glory

(short-sightedly considered). Nail’s been hit!





2026-09-01

cloud of forgeting


(...helps in growing love…)



(First day of Spring) 


We were not now fighting, just feeling like love was dying.. old wounds had been opened, and not healed, just reminding us of diff’rences that feel to be an abyss between us, across which no warmth can be conducted, no convection currents could carry any excitement. We needed the kind of radiant heat that can travel across vacuums.


My wife was being cordial, and said that she was riding to work, and “Good-bye.” & took off on her bicycle - around 8:10am.  I had just enough time, if I used it well, before I needed to be at work. As I was collecting my bits and pieces together before driving directly to work in the car… I found her phone sitting on the loungeroom coffee table …


Different to me, she rarely leaves things behind by mistake. So, I thought, “It’s possible that she left it home on purpose (say to minimise interruptions at work etc)..” I thought I should ring her to check … (then realised what I was considering)... So I just had to make my “own” judgement (I addressed myself to creative love, “Please give me some of your wisdom here!”)...


On my way to work, I made the 5 or 10 minute detour to her work, to give it to her.


When I walked into her office it looked like she was trying to log into an account that required receiving a phone text as verification, and later she said she was on to trying other options. She beamed when she saw it, got out of her computer chair, smiled, took steps to receive the phone, full-heartedly said “Thank you!”, and hugged me.  She said “I really needed that.”


What a gift from God to help our difficulties in expressing love in tangible ways to  creatures from other planets.


I think God used that cloud of forgeting to help love grow, as we looked past our needs to the other... and let love connect us…


As I drove on to work, I looked up again.. “Thank you”.




lava


(dependent on creative love’s gift of A PLACE..*)



Oh Lord! I’m not at all in charge down here.

Remembering the picture which that man*

found helpful, in his mind, to live with fear 

of all that could go wrong, since life began..


a picture of just tentatively grow-

ing one’s own trust, as one finds underneath

the surface of the ground of all our know-

ing is depths of a dark heat, un-belief,


abyss, that crushes human life complete-

ly, it’s so empty, OR so monstrously

full of an anti-life stuff that we meet

occasion-ly, upheaving stressfully.


It feels volcanic, or like seismic waves,

where all we thought so solid melts away.

Reality as it seems, no “behaves”

(and as we learn, it’s right here it will stay),


is not at all conducive to hist’ry.

We’re visiting - just like a Goldilocks.

Those bears will soon hunt us out till we flee.

The “just right”s all forgotten at their knocks.


But I see now a lovely, wondrous thing;

a sandbox made to teach us partnership,

not just as equals - One is Fathering

the others - teaching, training not to slip,


but to have def’nate, actual  habits that

grow trust in who made all this world - by words.

Our biggest need is to depend, as F.A.T.*...

true children, who have listened, once they heard.


So, then I think his plan for us was more

than best parts of the Greek and Roman guess-

-es of what gods are like - not how they war,

but strong, immortal; not their cause of mess-


-es, nor their lack of love and wisdom too.

For these ones are re-sourced con-tin-u’lly

from the creative love that’s “you know who”-

the one who IS (that’s is, was, & will be).


So “self-existece” brings heavens & Earth

to being, in a Universe that’s held

within the mind, then spoken, so ’s to birth

it as participant whom GOD “lets” weld,


or move, or shine, or grow, or part, or rise…

to make this place so solid that it's “good”

enough for love, creative, strong, & wise

to see it as “just right” for what it could


be good for, with large insights (as we learn)

into a wondrous pow-er far above, 

and underneath us. Let us not now spearn

this chance to partner with creative love.

**


Footnotes
..* - a place .. to belong, a place in this whole she-bang to be existent (no, to be living, even to be thriving), and a place to (as we long to), be leading well)
n* - Henri Nouwen in his depression reported in The inner voice of Love - A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom1, 2, 3.… an experience of standing as though in a place of turf, with a great hole in the middle looking into an abyss. The way forward was to grow the grass until it slowly covered over the abyss, and then he could still live his life in that place over that abyss: "There is a deep hole in your being, like an abyss. You will never succeed in filling that hole, because your needs are inexhaustible. You have to work around it so that gradually the abyss closes.".
This, it turns out, is not much different to the actual facts of all the Earth’s crust being afloat on the molten larva of its mantle.
T.* - F.A.T. stands for Faithful, Available,Teachable
**  - A realisation, as pieces of the jig-saw puzzle fit together, from PSYCHOLOGY (in overcoming  existential angst), and  EARTH-SCIENCE (the Earth as we experience it is very much like some ancients saw it - a "flat plate (we'd say plates)" floating or somehow held up over a sea (it's just that it's a sea of molten swirling larva) etc.[https://appallinglife.blogspot.com/2026/09/larva.html]

2026-08-30

🤔

  




🤔confused, 



wondering, unsure, trying-to-see-a-way-forward, confused,  lost-in-thought, thoughtful, know-something-but not everything, learning a new way of seeing things


The Walkerian Sonnet: iambic pentameter, 14 lines, an organization & rhyme scheme: opening- ABBA, playing around with it - CDDC, other options - EFFE, a decision - GG.



I’m not so sure, but I’ll give it some thought.

It’s difficult sometimes to put in words.

But I’ll give it a go. See if you’ve heard

something like it, or seen one someone bought.


Sometimes I am left wondering myself,

I feel a bit confused, at least unsure.

But in that space, I learn to not need more, 

& yet some things appear, as though an elf


or Muse was playing with me, ope’ning up

to more dimensions round me, my mind here.

Sometimes it’s just the words, though it appears

at other times forgetfulness erupts!


I’ll settle for the cloud ’v “unknowingness”;

that might let new dimensions through - less stress!




2026-08-27

do life


(to gether!)



And OMG! I’m sharing life  with you.

I don’t have to be capable at all.

I started as one tiny cell. A few.

Then hundreds, & now trillions* - not so small!


And you’ve been trying to help me grow up,

to learn to care for this big lump of cells. 

That's even when I “act up”, interrupt.

There are folk who give me their life. It smells


like perfume when they just absorb my shite,

and give to me more goods than I give out.

They’re acting then in line with what I might

call plain ol’ goodness, and it’s good, no doubt!


That view of what’s responsible (not shame)

which I agree with, ’coz it has more faith-

-full-ness than just a rule applied the same:

“we’re more responsible, the more we take”.


So then, the more I've done - of life with you,

the more chance I will have to grow and thrive.

& I am then responsible to do

more with, the more I'm gi'en. Not just survive-


al strategy, to not have expecta-

-tions placed on me by ev’ry one around.

It might sound good, but doesn’t leave a space

responsible for knowledge that we've found.


And this is not a rule placed on the world, 

so much as just a statement of what’s true,

like times-tables, as our minds are unfurled

to them, their insight helps know what to do.


And OMG! I now feel more response-

-ible, the only way to th’ dignity

causality and choice give humans once

we take on board our chanc to be more free


to learn to love, to keep our word, and act

in line with something that can not be seen,

but still affects this world like any fact.

And helps us speak in ways that really mean..


mean something in the world. Words correspond

to ways the world is as we pass through it.

While this approach to life is many pronged,

good “rules” express a good way to do it!



Footnotes
s* I am presently probably ~38 trillion human cells (x2=~76 trillion human and bacterial cells) since I am ~ 85kg; since on average an adult male at 70kg is ~36 Trillion cells (& about half are small cells like blood cells, about half bigger cells like muscle cells) and about the same number (~38 trillion) of bacterial and other cells that live in or on the body. ~28trillion for average adult woman, and ~24-28trillion for 14 yr old teenager, ~17 trillion cells in an average 10 yr old at ~ 32 kg.


a walk through last week


(Slow & curious)



The week that I was “gone” to Brisbane town,

to say “Goodbye” to my wife’s mother there,

who passed from this life here on Earth that’s down

below the metaphorical  we shared.


We used the trip to see fam. - on the way.

Da stay with some, and to recall some tales,

to clean up rooms in house we used to stay

in with her. So my memory  “inhales”.


I thank her for her mothering of my

own wife, who is the best gift I've received,

since I was given what is called my “life”.

We hadn’t always quite seen or believed


the same about the most important things,

yet she was growing kinder - her last days

she got to be more grateful. Each one brings

us goodness wrapped in very diff’rent ways.


And I want to grow as that lady did,

to notice goodness, and express in words

somehow appreciation that gets hid

unless we speak it - so some  folk 'll have heard


something that helps them look through, to its birth,

and see the ways that mediators worked

to make more goodness come to live on Earth.

This is a job I'll do, and not have shirked!


And then there was the time with Dad & Mum, 

(li’ll brother, as we travelled) to share lunch.

A mate surviving cancer, under some …

some pressure still, but rising from that punch.


Some stories that we heard as we drove on,

have also brought us ways to live more life.

I choose to hear from folk  before they’re gone.

To let them tell me their own fun and strife.


And some-times friends can grow where we’d not dream,

and enemies can seem to grow from friends.

At times we know they’ve changed, others just seem

so diff’rent ev’ry time… ’till journey ends.


And now I’m back at school in New South Wales,

in Orange, where I teach the Fearnley class

some subjects till Ms. Huggett’s back. We trail

sometimes, but then at others we “kick ass”.




2026-08-24

Dear Paul…

[to an older Paul (Roe), from a younger Paul (Walker), in the wake of the Paul (of Tarsus) who was Messiah's Ambassador to the Nations ...]



Dear God, we heard the news not long ago,

of brother Paul and how his health has gone.

It seems like it just failed, but  you must know

much more, you aren’t surprised by what’s come on


the news to us, his hairs are numbered* to

your heart of love, just as his days on earth*.

Your plans and schemes go past this life, and do

not stop at death of bodies got at birth*.


And as our Lord and Master modelled well*:

(they’d started mourning young “Talitha”’s life

cut short, but) he said “sleep” was where she fell,

then helped her walk to Jairus and his wife,


and then reminded them to give her food.

Your partnership with her, was strong, not rude.

And I think that you knew the needs of who’d

been ushered out, and in*. Your Paul is glued 


to your will bring done on Earth, as in

the heavens* where your purpose means much good

is done on Earth, down here amongst the “sin”

(the falling short of all best hopes as would


be hoped for as we act to seek unfurled,

the honour, immortality, glory)

Then God gives life that was before this world*,

a process started off in Paul (& me)!


And I am glad for each day shared with Paul

upon God’s earth, below the heavens here,

for his determination so to call

for help to one who loves and calls him “dear”*.




Footnotes:

ad*  “Why even the hairs of your head are numbered”
arth*  “Teach me oh Lord to number my days, that I may gain a heart of wisdom”
irth* “...just as we have borne the image of the earthly man, so shall we bear the image of the heavenly man.”(1 Corinthians 15:42-57) 
l* with Jairus’s daughter, and Martha’s and Mary’s brother Lazarus.
n* see Mark 5
s* see The Lord’s prayer: “May your will be done on Earth, as it is in the heavens”
ld* “some people by persevering in doing good, seek honour, glory and immortality. To them God will give the Life of all ages…” (Romans 2:7, cf John 3:18-21, as below).
r”* “God so loved the world…”(John3:16-21); God was in Christ reconciling the world to himself…”(2 Corinthians 5:19); “you are my dearly loved son, with you I am well pleased”(Mark 1:11); “this is my dearly loved son, listen to him!” (Mark 9:7-8); “as God’s children, holy and dearly loved…etc” (Col 3:12, Acts17:27-29) 


2026-08-21

a camp-fire tonight




YaHWeH! Tonight we lit a fire and cooked

up food, as well as warming ourselves in

the coolness of the eve’ning air, and looked 

at what the fire showed of what's surroundin’.


We used up energy that was sequest-

ered over many years gone by, by trees

as they just did their job (where birds have nest-

ed) in those solar-panels we call leaves -


combining CO² with water to

make wood that keeps the sunlight en-er-gy

held in its substance - there-by “you know who” 

has helped us to keep warm by “chemistry”.


And we are beneficiaries of that..

..that prior work done, and left as a gift.

So thank you to creative love which sat

down - planning such a goodness that might lift


up spirits in his children, whom he knew

might like to see light, feel the fire’s warmth,

and have a chance to talk about things too,

this is the kind of thing that just might form


the hearth of households right across the world

except I s’pose, wherever we have cut 

the line of this causality and hurled

the pieces far apart, so they might not


be understood and “seen” as one whole thing.

We separate the bits with lengths of wire.

But though we are not birds and don’t have wings,

you saw our true selves  nested round that fire.




2026-08-20

Fam’ly get-together




Oh, spirit of love, please bless all these folk

as they meet, and they greet, and they listen

to what you've to say, & smile at each joke

that their Dad has with them, as gold glistens. 




2026-08-18

the gift of the spirit, wind, breath of God




Oh God, we thank you for your presence with

us any where we go, and how we feel.

It's better for us than the best-est myth

about old Zeus and Hermes on folk's heel.




2026-08-17

our class


(ways to be in a class of our own)



Our class, I'm sure does not mean we’re “well-bred”,

and classy, ‘coz we’ve been all well trained too,

and know the ones to speak too, turn our head

towards and who we really should not do


the honour to give them the time of day,

if they were, in the street, to stop and ask

the time, ‘coz watch on wrist, and mouth could say.

And do all folk require we wear a mask


if we are sick (& tired) of life around,

must we then cover up our mouth for their

sake? Are we not of class enough to’ve found

or think we needn’t learn, or to beware


of doing something which we mightn’t want

to do just then, because we’d rather do

another thing, or use a diff’rent font.

And do they really know our class? And who -


- it is that they are speaking to just now?

To think I might’ve come across like this.

I’m sorry if my face or just my brow

led me to overlook, or be ’na tizz.


So, taking us as one class - in a school,

not on a high fellutant kind of stage,

I think that we’ve potential to be cool

as we learn to be honest, and engage


with folk around, by trying our darned best,

and if we still fall flat upon our face -

then if it is another, don’t make jest,

or fun of them, so we feel less disgraced.


…



in & out


- the aire that we breathe -

(A great Leader-teacher who I get to spend time with quietly, who pops in and out)



My teacher, mentor, head, you are a boss

at anything you do, put your hand to,

I love to work beside you,  see your heart

for helping out, not caring 'bout your loss,

much more about their gain, what’ll really do

the trick, in the long run - not just the Start.


You back your word, to your own grief and pain.

You let your light shine out so bright and strong,

'n heavens above, as  models can help teach

they show how light goes on, but then a-gain

when lifted up above, our eyes see long,

and understanding seems to get more reach


till when combined with other gifts you let

grow in us and help us to keep, by use,

say mem-or-y - by it we keep the views

we gained from vantage point we often get

from up above, the “model” that includes

relationships (not seen in local news)


which can hold “much more” meaning for our job

of overseeing ecosystems here.

Your teaching of me, is my great delight,

You set things up so I just see, they lob

into my lap. I take a peek, a peer 

into day poss-ib-il-it-ies from night.


That curtain (royal blue in centre folds

but lighter at the edges, it’s berserk),

shuts up each day, to give us time for works

and focus on our overseeing goals,

inviting peaks, each night pulls back, though lurks

to give us views from underneath - child’s perks!


And thus this curtain draws attention to

what it wraps up, and helps us think to look,

especially when at rolling time we get

a light show in the sky, of diff’rent hue,

each morning, eve-ning, as a piquing hook

on ev’ry day (except when very wet).


This special space we’ve got to partner here

between the heavens, and the earth (or sea),

where winds blow strong or gentle, and we breathe

and share the air, and live, and move, appear,

and disappear (some times we do not see),

yet get to know. Excess, life starts to seeth!




2026-08-14

You shall love the Lord your ...(God/Father/King/Lover/helper ... etc)


with ALL …… . …… .



Oh God we're scattered round about the place,

there’s some of us kilometres apart,

yet still we forward look to see your face

in ev’ry likeness of you, by your art


and your creative love that would embrace

us in the heart of ev’rything we do,

to do it as a partnership, to trace

your purposes in each breath (as a clue)


to woo us into reaching out ourselves

to touch you, as your partner in this life,

so that together, no matter our health,

as parts of a new covenant, we’re “wife”.


And you, our bridegroom, we want to come in

and share our naked intimacies well,

and we would own your fam’ly as its been

so called, and as in fact you’d like to dwell.


No metaphor is big enough to hold

much of your love, but each might help a bit.

All goodness comes from you, and so we're bold

to use what you are happy to make fit.


Please teach us what we need today to live..

to hear your spoken word into our souls.

To take it in, and let it grow and give

this world your presence (more?)as we grow whole.


So, whether these ol’ bods are crook, or well,

we have a chance to keep faithful as said

within our promises as cov’nant  dwells 

among us, to call us to what you said.




This ain't a covenant of equals. Sure.

It’s more like parent/ child where honour loves

to honour each the other a bit more..

though not (“fast tracked” at truth’s expense) with shoves.


and love is honoured to be loved back too,

but doesn't give up if it’s not at all.

It has a higher, deeper kind of view,

but can be scarey, it’s price will not fall.


So here I am your junior partner here.

Myself, that is this body 6 feet tall.

But also my small family scattered near,

(both kinds) and then,... believe me that’s not all!




2026-08-13

Cancel Coffee



Mate, I've got a runny nose and cough that knocks me out if I talk or go into cool air. I think I should not join you for coffee in the morning.



Oh God! Please help this mate with building stuff.

Give wisdom as they choose what properties

to do what to, & timing in the tough

decisions, to just trust with childlike ease.


While thinking, planning, as he's wont to do,

and often joining in complexities,

of understanding markets, and those who

need help, and ways to join with your fire-breeze...




2026-08-12

orange fridge


(through lens in head) 



I experience this world as more than dead..

I know that I feel cold that's bracing, well

on head and shoulders, yet there's warmth in bed -

that isn’t in the body of ol’ Dell.


Her body lies in fune’ral parlour fridge

in Brisbane, where her girl and grandson said

they visited her yes-ter-day and squidged 

her hair still pinned out of her eyes - for bed.


There’s something I perceive (with eyes of mind,

or heart - the part that speaks and feels and “means”)

that isn’t understood by dust, I find.

I think dust can’t; it's folk must ‘dys-’ all dreams

and longings, and commitments, friendship, hate…

Reductionists. They start defining them

as simply artifacts of a whole spate

of “concrete” chemicals and forces when

they walked behind a mirror in their world,

and found no space to live a 3D life.

The two dimensions they allowed were curled 

inside a silver-lined glass sheet. No strife.. 

seems in that world - where no-one ‘lives’ at all.

Just molecules or  membranes that get formed 

into some sheets to rest the dead that call

to take a peek. Not thinking they’ll be stormed

& overcome by pow’rful deluge, or

maybe just a delusion; but it's strong.

The insight that comes to me now is more

like: “Ask for help, where you’ve seen it come from”.

 …




2026-08-11

to (dis) day,

 

to day



I’m thinking of our class today at school,

since I’m so lucky with these people here.

We’ve got a lot of skills at using tools

and also at befriending who comes near.


We could be covering each others’ backs

and helping other people in our class

but sometimes we feel scared of all our “lacks”

and what we’re not so good at, we let pass…


We could be working hard to get stuff done

and helping our whole class to think, and see,

and understand this life under the sun

till we become what people know as “free”..


to live and act, instead of quite enslaved

to how we’re feeling, and what we desire.

The kind of folk who often have behaved

against their feelings, ’coz of things much higher


all carried to us by our culture through

the people who are sent by what’s unknown

to us, to help us become humans who

are able to grow bigger than what’s shown


by light & sound to those around who see

the same things that we see - the surface stuff

that sometimes is quite hard to see though. We

are mesmerized by glare. We’ve “seen” enough


though hardly have perceived a single thing.

It hasn’t made much sense. We don’t relate.

The hemisphere that’s left can hardly bring

humility to learn, more than the date!