God give your girl your wisdom to do well
the job of helping students there to learn
to work & speak & think against the hell
that we let loose, though f'r it we never yearn.
God give your girl your wisdom to do well
the job of helping students there to learn
to work & speak & think against the hell
that we let loose, though f'r it we never yearn.
Oh God, the one who heals from cuts and scrapes,
from cold and flues and stitches, knocks and breaks. He's given eyes to see and ears to hear,
and still hangs round… His love ’s what keeps him near.
You do not feed our lust for pow’r - to be
alone within the world, to call the shots.
We have to learn by painful steps to see
with both eyes of the head and mind. There’s lots
of lessons to be learned, at different times,
at different rates by different kinds of rhymes,
by different folk with different histories,
and different DNA, for you were pleased
to have not One, but many child-er-en,
yet let us learn in parenting so then
we’d have a chance to learn KHESÉD* so when
creative love looks for more conduits, hea'en
can be brought here to Earth in ev’ry space,
by breathing notes alone, with chords as well,
so notes will harmonize, and no disgrace
will be endured, unless it absorbs hell.
The scars may stay somewhat as records of
(but maybe too, they might just be dissolved -
for there’s no pain) the stories we’ve shared here
on Earth below, might be then very dear.
And when our sight is two eyed - head & mind,
it strikes me that a new dimension might
just pop into our view, and we might find
that we will see your bright face - here all right!
Oh God we trust your spirit to give eyes
(to us) that see the light of life down here.
We’ll live under your love and won't despise
your discipline. We reach out, coz you're near.
At times we do feel lost, ’coz we can’t see
ourselves as less than grown ups, and mature;
comparing selves to others ’round we be
(we think), more wise and learnéd - we feel sure.
But in comparison to many Mill-
yen years, we are just babies hardly born,
our list’ning and our eye-sight training will
ensure we start to hear and see one morn-
-ing sooner, or bit later - it will come.
Our Father is both wise and good and can
re-make creation, if that ‘s needed some-
where. He’s the one who talked about that plan!
So I am confident that this will work.
And I would learn from big God how to be
a baby god, who rules with love, no shirk-
-er, but let love compel me sovereignly.
And in the mean-time I will copy what
I see you doing, trusting you to fix
up my mistakes, “make do” with what you've got
in immature child who often licks
the ground, when I fall down. Do you still do
that parent thing that loves
and wants the best..
..and gives your time and focus? I love you,
the first. My neighbour, second. Then the rest.
The way to summarise: is not a skill
that you get to by focussing much on
the skill itself. A de-construction will
leave dead things pinned to walls. No life, or song!
It’s not from 20 Questions that require
the data to be packed as “trivia”,
but stories that are told to help, inspire,
to work in/out-of humans who live here.
And then, “Voila!” we tell it summ’rilly:
a whole three pages told in thirty sec's.
A living gift of what is called story.
That sieves out those who’d like to go the next
step with the subject, or just with the one
who told that story (not to show off skills,
but) to move further than where we’ve begun
the story of our lives… just paying bills,
and getting by with food, and shelter, warmth -
or cooling, clothing, as the case may be.
Relationships are central and they form
the nest where grows in truth - humanity.
Relating comes to us from a great store
re: telling as it is, but not just facts.
Not just by breaking down or 'chunking' more
the wisdom of a life lived and it’s acts.
Though proverbs might be valid as a part,
contributing to “hold”-ing such a thing,
not tightly grasping, it is still an art -
to carry live-coals needs some jug-gl-ing!
My God, I see the kind of bloke I am..
I’m talking more & more, quite frantic’ly.
Not tuning in, expressing what began
in mind of God; a human as would be
if energized by motives of khesed*,
in pure form, an unadultarate.
This type - a model, myth that has not shed
its motives, just enfleshed them. Any rate…
that is not me at all. I’m immature,
and often unaware; and do not run
to you to let you slow down what I’d sure-
-ly do, at once (in showing off - for “fun”,
the world I've put together in my head)
It’s like I’m programmed to show off my wares.
I want to here display, before I’m dead,
a model, ideal world, that I have shares
in, where I might be “worshipped” - as create-
-ive. Acts are harder, so I'd like to make
this world by words I say, hoping they’ll sate
my own desire, quite cheaply; like they’d slake
my thirst for water, to be clean, grow strong.
I cannot carry quite enough for me
alone. I need to stream it out, along
the lines of "Cornerstone". Foundation he!
Enough to build my life on him, in line
with edges he has laid down, and displayed.
His thoughts were thunk, his words fitted in time
with acts that brought the house down as he weighed
on in, and acted fast and hard, contin-
-uously, as he’s waulking, never baulked,
by what they’d think of him, if he went in
to eat with folk he loved. He rarely “gawked”
in data driven way that’s ignorant,
or agnostic of all the folk he’s with.
I now recall that rich young man: no rant,
just steady look, with love, he’s kin, or kith.
And now, I'm not just burbling these words.
You’ve sat with me, and helped me see the way,
that’s Forward for me now. I think I heard
something that I can follow up today!
ThanX!
(May that ol' rock fall flat on the "me" (that lived alone in the world), and smash it to rock-dust, so that as found-ation he might be built upon (in this brand new creation, being made by your partnership - with me!) Yippee! Make on.)
The animals and A.I. round about
might chatter ‘bout the plausibilities.
In ages past (or coming) we could shout
and know in deeper ways real life that’s seized
and really lived, because humanity
has lived it, on this Earth that’s under hea’en,
beneath that thick blue curtain, which we see
each day that we’re awake to work as leaven.
While we make names, tell stories, and live with..
our Mum. Dad minded kids (while giving space),
contrived to let the scientific myth
have output that could help the human race.
By means of folk who’d take and implement
the insights and the ways that opened up
like children who walked boldly where wind went
to part the seas agnostic or corrupt.
These children came to know within their bones,
and nerves & muscles, sinews, tendons and
with oxygen in blood (that now atones)
as currency just now - as God had planned.
So from their lived experience they can
bring meaning to their conversations had.
Their list’ning is a gift, as hand shaken.
And when they speak a word, it’s not too bad!
But as that rock enjoined, they see their speech
as oracle of wise prophet of God*.
Then there’s a kingdom of priests who will preach/
proclaim the news on feet the King has shod.
Will we just try to "use" & quantify
the world around about to justify
ourselves as the great bosses who can get
our own way; when we want it? I would bet
that that's the way to squash & scrunch the world
and help it to be suffocated by
the ones in charge who only think to hurl
their power-bolts around. Don't even try
to steward or to care for precious things.
They only think of "precious" as in "cash"
or income brought. No birds that fly on wings
or plants around. They turn them all to ash…
Let now the offices that Adam bore*
of Prophet, Priest, & King bear fruit as well
in bearing of each fam’ly group. At core
relating as humanity’s no shell
but comes out when we keep ourselves in love;
creative and committed in “long hauls”
of not just putting up with things that “shove”
into our lives*, though other times they’re small
sometimes they seem to grow, because of us,
our presence seems to make the problem real.
And that’s the way it seems to be, no fuss
can make it disappear til we do feel
things pressing in and entering our lives -
In choosing not to live alone we let
a partnership begin. Husbands & wives
are learning these same things. At least I bet
that those who let love grow between them do,
as rituals allow for them to show
a tenderness and longing for their “who”
they’ll share all life with, and they’ll really know.
A partnership means “withness” in a way.
To partner with creative love itself
is greatest thing that I can do today.
And I will learn to be that kind of “self”.
Oh God, we love your patient presence with
us, in these jobs you’ve given us to do,
and also other times, with kin and kith.
We want to learn companionship from you.
The worst waste is to miss a sign, and not
see all the good intent that’s been deployed
to help and aid, abbett, against the rot
that creeps to bring (depressed and quite annoyed)
us to our loved ones to blame & accuse,
instead of grateful for the good that’s poured
on us and all around about - infused
in life & love that we have somehow scored.
Thus heaven’s meta for a spirit world
that is to be embodied on Earth too,
and gifts a goal and path, a gate that’s curled
in wall and opens on a diff’rent view.
And Earth was pointing to something much more,
We want to start where we are “at”, but don’t
want us to finish there, at least not sure
of ev’rything we are .. , at this moment.
Have you learned how to tell the diff-er-ence
between a label and a signpost which
is pointing farther on, beyond a fence,
& maybe still a ways from where you’d pitch
your tent, or put your campervan up so
that you could sleep the night and then keep on
with tra-vel-ling the way that you will go
to get where sign is pointing. From here - gone!
This is the gift of metaphor to us.
A culture where a sign can still be read
and understood, without a lot of fuss.
At times we can’t be told - we’re only led.
So look for good to celebrate today,
and talk about within the world around,
and even sing or whistle something (hey!
if that’s not “dis”-ing something sad you found)…
or leave a note, or write a letter of
appreciation when it fits or can
be made to fit. The world is better off
with lovely things or paintings. Be the man (\ A woman)
who highlights what is true, but good as well.
For, we give “airplay” t’what we talk about,
but maybe think of too; so don’t choose “hell”-
-ish stuff to emphasise, by speaking out,
imagining, and putting thought to plan
how we could multiply more hell on Earth.
I like the leadership of that HUMAN,
or SON of one, who came one around birth.
I s’pose that is the same for me as well,
and anyone within the same boat who
is listening to this song, would soon tell
if this applies to them also, and too!
So singing, playing music, speaking plain,
about whatever things are good & true,
will help the ecosystem to remain
& make a better world from what I do,
and choose what I will think and talk about,
but more importantly my acts in Time
& Space (for these are pow’rful, more than shout-
ing, more effective than a perfect rhyme)!
The right is not what might, it truly can.
But in a sense it’s conscious of what might
(without the sure-ty of mech-an-ized man)
without the strongest power base “in sight”.
For that creative love itself is such
that it is not so concrete as a block,
and anyway its love is very much
explained away by what's left when they’re locked
(away, or in, or) out, by who controls.
And if we think in terms of making things,
and folk to do our bidding, not as souls
invigorated on a spirit’s wings..
We’ll only see the kind of things we do.
And cannot be blamed for our blindness here.
But gladly most of us are here with you,
with hem-is-pheres connected it appears.
And this is what is our saving grace:
right hemispheres connect in with the left
in most of human beings with a face
at front of head-
they’re not yet left bereft!
So even though the way that we relate
to people, and the world around us such
that we may learn to live with and relate,
to ev’ry one (and thing) as very much
a precious gift from one who’s name is love,
provision, or just providence, (some say)..
I think each heart that looks upwards, above
themselves in gratefulness will learn the Way!
To think and get some realistic goals
about the conversations that come by,
will take some time of life and playing roles
that show off kinds of kindness that I'll try,
yet still seem far away from what I do.
I value what that fellow has to say
and hope it will help me when I'm with you,
or with my neighbour - if he comes today.
So don’t just think of fixing ev’rything.
Begin with thinking of a forward step.
And hoping/ praying, even start to sing
of habits that could be built on, not swept
away with any storm in tea-cup here.
So habits of relating that can grow
and let some other goodnesses appear
or take root in the plot of soil we know.
And see it’s not just rubbish soil I find
about the place, but stuff I think is rich
for growing things. What values come to mind -
from time I've spent on Earth so far. A ditch
that catches silt, where things will often grow,
or compost that’s had time to break down well.
Add thought (& prayers) to learn (if not to know)
and ask around, to learn to really tell.
Not telling folk, as though I am their boss.
(Except if I am. Then I s'pose I should
be clear, and still respecting any “loss
of face” I bring to them, or lack of good).
But learning how to tell what will avail
for goodness to grow up between us here.
My gard’ning skills might often seem to fail,
or sheep eat all the shoots that do appear.
No system that is never-failing yet,
a process with priorities that might
help me in this setting to not forget
and be more ready to learn, not just fight.
What’s, if I had to choose, one phrase or word
I need for them to understand of me?
What small step can I take to show I heard?
And what have I assumed that they might see?
(and sometimes I am right, as well as wrong).
And how can I show gratitude to them,
for opportunities to “come along”?
Is there an argument I want to win?
So these might help me set some goals to win
a friend, if not an argument as such.
My values help get there, not to bin
what might help me create, and keep in touch.
Time is fulfilled! Time is up! It’s time! All our best hopes & dreams are coming true! The next step has arrived! Other ( please state:……….)
The kingdom of God.., the reign of God.., God’s rule.., God’s sovereignty.., God’s way of doing leadership with the children of God.., God’s way to actually move forward (instead of just treading water).., The Way of Creative Love.., Other ( please state:……… ..)
..has arrived! ..is near! ..is grabbable! ..is “at hand”! (but is not taking over, is waiting to be invited, is giving you time to join in freely) Other (please state: .. ……….)
(This is about a partnership. There is a senior partner. You are not the senior partner.) .. Give up your own independent kingdom; Give up your own ways to a better future; Give up your own agendas; Throw in the towel on your alternatives; U-turn permitted/ required; Go back - you are going the wrong way! Other ( please state:……….)
Take this message seriously! Don’t let yourself procrastinate! Act this out from now on! Keep this announcement as a sign of whose side you are on. Other (please state:……….)
[Let the spirit of God, the Holy Spirit, the spirit of Jesus, the Holy Ghost, teach you and give you words, actions, your demeanour, your own faith, hope, and love to share in partnership with creative love itself, and give you wisdom in choosing any of these colourful points to emphasise or leave out - for the audience you are sent to today.]
Jesus/ Yeshua, is the pioneer and the goal, the relationship and the model, the door and the road, the place and the life of the place, the second (and last) Adam, The Son of God, God’s Messiah/Christ/anointed leader, God’s chosen and named Leader of Humanity, the Saviour of the World, the Lord of the Earth, the Great High Priest bridging the heavens and the Earth, and The Prophet whom God would raise up (from among the people of God (foretold by Moses), whom to fail to listen to, would mean being cut off from the people of God.
and my relating to the scriptures shows whether, or in what sense…
“I believe in the communion of the saints”
A world where there is room to live and breathe.
A world that is a “tomb”, since God’s own Christ
took sting of death away so we might “leave”
by “sleeping”, yet awake one “day”, surprised!
Creation then renewed because he walked
this way so flowers are strewed where his life talked
in acts as well as words. He went through hell
of crucifixion and folk heard him tell
of his experience, quite candidly
and open up his sense of God to us
so we might know his Dad, as such, so we
might standing on his shoulders, nearly touch
the sky, or heavens, with its mythic host
of messengers who with the holy Ghost
might look with longing at his children here
and celebrate each birth day - with great cheer!
And fill the journal (of our fam’ly) in
each turn maternal ancestors would make;
record as best we can, so we begin
to understand creative love’s own take
on what is going down, or growing up..
..so how the fam’ly gown is worn by pups
and the irregularities that come
from circ’ling in a bright world, just one sun
of many that are over head and too,
stand under our own feet, from long ago.
These scripts record relating that might do
us credit, when relating to who’ll know.
Our lives are set to grow us up. Impacts
of cultures & economies conspire
as servants of creative love to tax
un-fam’ly* at a rate that is much higher.
Heuristic that might mimic (gifts to care)
for immature, unloving creatures which
are hardly hearted* but think they are "there",
assuming that their currency’s the pitch
to spiel, or play the game (like cricket?) on.
To keep up with the science of the times;
to follow culture’s choice of worth, and song
that will be used as current in power lines.
And when I hear the voice of a young bub
across the walls or under floor at home,
recalling too, the process to grow up,
involves a lot of suff’ring, pain, and stone-
stone-walling of our own agendas and
unsurity about our own needs but
some insight into others round, who stand
quite near, when we learn how to press their butt-
ons; on or off. This gives us insight to
the person we are living near to see
how taking them, their frailties now into
account, not to control, but so to be
relating to them as another bod
on Earth, as neighbours in this neighbourhood.
I have to listen to them not as “God”
yet as someone who might reflect some good.
Give space within my life for God to act.
To make our partnership be real in me.
So go beyond the token stuff in fact.
And let God help, and then use eyes to see..
and ears to listen & to hear the thoughts
that come, ide-as to build love and light.
What’s true and honest, say only what’s caught
somehow within the web of what is “right” ..
That’s right relating, as I would be “done
by” - keeping my own word to my own hurt!
And trust my “father” to bring joy* to “son”,
and let his word to me hold weight, not blurt
out some religious piety to prop
up power structures, for some little man.
We’re talking of creative love’s unstop-
pab-le incessant work (since time began).
And work with all my might and mane to join
in, where I can - to make a difference here,
within the stuff where I can choose, what’s mine
to bring to table, thus make it appear.
And treat the partnership, this covenant
that Jesus spoke about, as real and true.
And bounce on it, in fact (not just to rant)
to bring it into being here in you.
And it might be quite diff’rent for some one
who’s diff'rent to me (and some people are)!
So not to replicate some other’s fun
but learn to be this self that’s made this far.
Reminders from my father up above
have come to me the last few days. I hear
what he is saying, teaching me, so love
can be extended from me far & near:
A focus when I'm in a conversa-
-tion, on the person - to relate to them
as neighbour in God’s world, by what I say,
and how I say it, yes, more how and when,
and even more by what (& how) I DO..
which emanates from WHY I’m here at all.
That simple adage*, lived by just a few
and focussed on God’s chosen one, no small
or insignificant, unhelpful thing!
And then* explored by those who’ve found what works.
The lack of which I’ve seen in what I bring
to conversations, when I am a jerk.
So here’s the next few steps in exploring
the way of truly human ones on Earth:
Note my own body’s cues and how they string
along the folk around me since my birth.
Then take the time to get my head back straight
to purposes I am committed to.
And let my curiosity relate
as wild beast might to each and ev’ry cue.
Be willing to rule systems I am in.
To tell them where they can get on, and can’t.
And take the ride I’m given with a grin,
& though I get amazed, don’t get alarmed!
I do not want convers’n to torpedo
relat’n to the person or to veto
the next conversation I’ll have with ’em
or chances for formation of a prison
for parts of me that should not be let out
in fact I see my “needs” might free a lout
to try manipulation of folk ’round -
instead of conversation which I’ve found
to be a two-way street, where people meet
and learn to take their turns, while neither spearns
the other, nor their mother, (though in truth
she still might send a shudder .. & forsooth
she might be rather cagey, and asuage -y
to offspring of her womb to them en-tomb
’ny part of them, though God knows when it’s need
is obvious, and clearly now the deed
that should be done, though could not come to mind
for folk who’d learned (as butter’s churned) to find
their joy in what’s annoying those who’re blind,
or “diss’n” folk who’re missing undefined
and “hard to put to words” training as kids.
We have to train the turds, the billy-lids
that are ourselves, it’s hard but help is on
the way, & I can say I’d pay belong-
-ing as the only force, of course, that might
(not will), let people grow as plants to light,
to energy that can be used to fight
against the “death”, that don’t do breath - the blight!
Be really quick or active here to hear,
so “Listen” is the word we’d often use
to cover actions that might be what’s near
to those intentions, and what follows through
somehow in manifesting in this world
the kind of things that are shown in a life
that’s lived on Earth (where we’re all sent, or hurled),
exemplifying heaven - in this strife.
The active part of list’ning might be stretched
to cover asking questions which allow
us then to hear much deeper, once we’re meshed -
relating with some trust, and grace somehow.
Along with really hearing, then belongs -
remembering, recalling to our minds
the stuff that is disclosed by who responds
and thinking, seeing options that love finds.
And slow to speak might not mean to speak slow-
ly; maybe it’s the time between our thoughts
and then when they get worded on the go*,
to acts that might communicate of sorts,
in which case it’s the time to let the right-
hand hemisphere of our brains (which relate,
instead of just use data in a fight
to gain ascendancy, control, or bait) -
to give time to reflect, for wisdom’s way
to influence, inform, and then affect
by choosing what to do (and spesh’ly say),
instead of anger’s loss of true respect.
To lead out of love means learning to serve.
And,”being the leader” means being first,
and leading the treck by having the nerve
to do what’s worth doing, undoing cursed
procrastinating, fear of the unplanned,
& “keeping control”, as though that’s your need.
One’s leading displays what they understand,
and also who. It’s letting the seed
develop & grow up - here in God’s world
by choices made in settings that you’re in
while part-ner-ing (right where & when you’re hurled)
displaying grace that covers all the im-
maturity and failures, & the falls,
the losses & the lacks and missing marks.
The love that hopes and plans and acts in all
all circumstances - & gives grace to sharks,
evolving them to mammals with a heart
(a seat of rule for love over the whole..
..whole body, and the sea where it might start).
And leading is self-evident to soul
that’s been awakened, now with spirit’s heart
that brings along the oxygen in blood,
‘coz breathing has begun, at least in part.
A leader helps you stand against a flood!
And leaders call you to cover their back,
& help you clarify where you have lacked,
yet will not just give up, send you off track
just so they’ll be more seen as who's uncracked.
Our breaky together is postponed: Ok. Hope to see you either at work or next week.
Oh God of all humanity who's kind-
-ly made us up, and would be making still,
if we would open eyes to be not blind
& find the grace that’s in your eyes* to fill
us with your own aims, dispositions and
then partner with us in your making of
continued growing, in our understand-
ing and our habits of list’ning with love..
..to make these foetal children here (of yours)
to grow to be no less than like your Christ.
We gladly now en-list ourselves because
your life grows in us. His life has sufficed!
- to you, because as Peter said, he heard
you speak from heaven, saying - you were pleased
with him*, & since we’ve followed, quite absurd-
-ly, wonderf’lly we’ve joined him on his knees
before the Father (of good Fatherhood)
and with him, in him (as foetus in womb)
we’ll grow till we “come out*”, just as we should.
As Jesus came out of that Easter tomb!
And even now, in Christ, we hear you say
to us the same words that you spoke to him,
(not “on our own*” - we need not live that way
again). We share it all - the bright, the dim!
And soak in your good grace all that ensues -
that we are sons, are children of you true-
ly, and that you are pleased with we who do
for our part live this way, teamed up with you.
Oh God I heard of how you work with weak
and trembling & bewildered folk who seek
to cover over shame, but they can’t speak
in public. They aren’t honoured much.* It’s bleak,
until I think of you. You love to sneak
about invisible to us, and tweak
things for all who invite you; being meek,
when partnered with you, they yet hear & peak
and leave room for your word to them. They reek
& smell of Christ, himself a sticky beak
for acts of God to copy (not to eek
out life alone) - quite sim’lar to a geek
he’s happy with a help that’s slowly leaked
by - (not so much the thunder) - bray or squeek!
Oh God, I’m learning how to love a girl,
as boy does as true husband in this world.
Your gifts seem far too precious to be hurled
about to people who have evil curled
within them. I feel love’s creative sight
& touch, and hearing, smell, & taste, as might
be justified, but only in the light
of promises as precious as your right
and just and merciful prom-is-es to
de humans who accept them, & renewed
in inner selves (as body is by food)
then learn to walk on holy ground un-shoed.
Thus ruling - as a good king, serving well
the Earth and it's inhabitants who dwell
within, and over, under it to smell
themselves like YaHWeH GOD. His story tell
in ev’ry choice they make, in ev’ry deed
they’ve done, & ev’ry word they speak, to bleed
their life of love back to the ground (their steed)
and thus to give. In fact it is their need!
For kindly kind of life that mirrors him
who gave us this small gift (that’s not so dim!)
is meant to be returned. We learn to swim
when air-clothes are dismissed (they cramp each limb).
But that is not to stop our lessons in
bending, blending in his love (not sin*),
to show (not tell, in “words”) our way as twin
to God’s own way* across the seas. No FIN.
Dear fam’ly of the Father & the Son,
and Spirit sent by both t’be embod-
-ied in the set of acts which will have won
at “end of this time”, clothed in us and shod
in each and all of this one family!
It’s Pete who said that all God’s promises
are precious for they bring to you and me
the very nature of YaHWeH* who says
that God’s delighted to use weak, fragile
immature and incomplete critters
to further his own purposes, to smile
on his creation, gath’ring what’s dispersed,
dispersing what’s been gathered - as he wills.
And it’s the will of God to honour HIM
the human who kept close through all the spills
of life on Earth, both glorious and dim
at times, as this HIS story moves and more..
Our neighbour over road told me this last
twenty four hours what transpired before
[when we saw him ‘n’his neighbour (in the past)
a-talking out the front, with cut of trees(?)]
He said “Let’s say of past, ‘Good-bye’, ‘Be-gone!’ ”
And start afresh in present time.” And squeezed
each other’s hands. And then the man went on
to share more pers’nally some weaknesses.
The best may not have finished up the job
as yet, but I see this as sign that says
new WAY (of Jesus Christ) has somehow lobbed
into the camp of tight defences and
that there grenade might soon blow up road blocks.
Let’s keep on asking heaven’s court to stand
and join us so that both join with his flocks
in showing off the truth and life, and way
of Jesus, God’s anointed leader who
bore all the discord of our lives that say
that life is not worth living - It’s all poo!
Well God, for this one’s sake, your chosen (Christ!),
may this man lower, and his lower three,
be blessed by life, and love, and not demised,
till your good will is real-ised in each knee.
Dear God, please help me (thanks for help so far)
to learn by observation, not spruiking.
In words of James (who’s Jesus’ next brother)
“..be quick to listen, slow to speak a thing,
and slow to anger* (though I might still need
to get angry, but it should take a while)”.
I’m wond’ring what he meant by using “speed”
words: Does “quick” here refer to accent, style,
or time that’s taken to initiate?
Or does it mean a living kind of thing? -
where movement might be linked to time and state,
as passage through both time and space may bring*,
or else a movement responsive to will -
[and ours is not mature, or fit, quite yet,
for ruling worlds. And it won’t be until
we come out of this womb. But then I bet
our training will be solid till we can
be fit to rule the angels - and this world.
And then we’ll listen better than a man
or woman could today, wherever hurled.]
That quickly, even actively, takes on
the list’ning mode to ev’ry -thing and -one,
we might request to uncover what shon
out light & help elucidate. Begun,
it might keep on (thus call for us to speak,
but here speech is the serving kind of stuff)
(not as the final judge who can't be tweaked
by past & future); wise & full of love!
My God, my God, my biggest fear is that
You might abandon me (as Jesus cried*!)
He faced that fear himself, and though not glad,
expected to be answered - other side…
and did not flinch at the experience,
but let that Psalmist* speak for him as well
as of his own life, and it's weary-ance
(not “Ev’ry day feels further from the Hell…”
… we brought into the world with choosing snake
as mentor, just because he could be seen
(no questions still remained, that then could make
us humble and still learning inbetween.)
But God, on other hand does not appear
so, always showing self to outside eyes,
or even heard (by us) with outside ears.
He looked through metaphore, did not despise
the lowly physical, but vaunted it:
his own ident’fication “Son of Man”
or “Son of Adam” - spirit haunted it
as weak, or immature, a leader - banned
from Garden of delights, with God - on Earth.
I s'pose those kids* had felt abandoned there,
as Cain accuses God’s discipline, worth
those words “My punishment's too much to bear*.”
And God, as gracious Father, stigmatized
as never wanting to provide or give
mentoring to his children, dramatized
in parables, and ev’ry day he’d live:
“If you have ears to hear, then use them now*” ..
..(& hear the deeper meaning underneath!)
“Don’t you have eyes to see*?” He said, somehow
entrusting wisdom that just God bequeathed.
This second “Son of Adam”⁶, unlike Cain,
a murderer from jealousy and pride,
was murdered as those motives lived again,
and showed another way than “run & hide””.
He trusted discipline of God as good,
and not “too much to bear” (unless alone)
and as was said by Jesus, he “could
do nothing by himself*” - he will atone!
[Paul, with stories from Beth & Bevan Walker, Annabelle & Matt Walls (& Arthur), and Katrina the lovely]
(20 May 2026)
Today my Dad & Mum flew down to stay
for one week here in Orange, in the cold,
from coastal place that’s called Runaway Bay
in Northern Sunshine State. “We’re getting old”
they say, “But don’t get old yourself…”
Mum said that this day started off with stress;
she packed a larger “port” as nightly elf.
An early start, and then rested as best
she could in plane while travelling quite fast.
Their neighbours drove them to the plane at first,
and baby Arthur screamed with them at last.
And then we sat and talked, till we might burst…
We talked about a sleep-in for the morn-
ing following, coz some people were crook
who’d normally join for breakfast after dawn.
And little Orange ear-plugs they both took.
They wandered down the back steps, to arrive
at studio for visitors and such.
And took the code (by text) to get inside,
A fam’ly’s set to teach us very much..
but specially ‘bout the love that goes beyond
our own world, to include someone (not us)
and care for them as if they had belonged
here with us. Sometimes that means making fuss.
And then I s’pose it’s letting love-light grow
as indicator of another way
at odds with what our culture seems to know.
Then God with his own fam’ly’s on display!
For pleasure of mere movement in the wind,
the joy of moving fast and turning quick,
on top of that the game that won't recind,
sheer strategy, and courage to the brink,
creative - bringing options fresh released,
& skilful in dependability:
these gifts are exercised, thus not decreased
through games with all their physicality.
Competitive sport covers all these well,
so I would like to thank YOU - for it’s real!
But now recall it sometimes brings on hell,
with injuries that can take months to heal,
or maybe leave with loss, or lack somehow,
and that is where a bloke could today be
if in a game of soccer with some pow’r
he ruined all that’s helpful in his knee.
And he might hope for healing yet again,
and therefore his direct pain might decrease,
but still there might be other kinds of pain
and lacks that feel like there’ll be no release.
And that is where things are for my friend Sam.
He’s thought, and still no options come to view.
I feel for him, for YaHWeH (the I Am)
hears cries and comes up close, and pers’nal, too.
And so a groan comes out, turns into prayer,
as with that deaf/mute man* they brought to him
and looking up, we speak to his leg where
it bends (or doesn’t): “Open up - that limb!
God, pour your love on this one, (y)our daughter.
And thanks for each who helped, as supporter..
And all those who just had a chance as well
to join with “your will for your world” - ('gainst hell),
to make it heavenly by choices made
to represent your truth & love as bade
by you when you made humans in the shade
of your good mentoring (before way-laid -
by us who've looked to snake to learn/ to teach
us how to live with wisdom and to reach
out with two hands to partner with the love
that's given all good gifts come from above....)
Your healing comes to us from deep inside
each body you have given us to hide
creative love in action in this world;
and those folk joined with you, where they were hurled
by Providence who has provided well
a world for us to care for and to dwell
in, so to learn co-operation too
(with providence itself, &) me and you,
so parents, children, neighbours living near,
and others from afar who might come here..
Co-operating in a partnership
to learn to see another's win or slip
as way to join with them and multiply
the goodness in this world, so bye and bye...
(not "buy & buy", as money’s entity)
we'll even grieve with anger and pity*!
Well things are happening around me now.
Before “words” come to me, I start to see*..
that I'm to learn to watch, to look, then bow
in recognition of the good ’round me.
To honor good in all the ways it should
be honoured as appropriate in that..
..that time and place and instance where it could
be then expressed, embodied on this mat…
material and energetic place,
a concrete model of what’s come to mind
of YaHWeH GOD, who IS (existence Ace),
where we are meant to model, and to find
all goodness, since it’s woven secretly
into the fabric of the Universe,
then learning to extend it more, to be
co-opperators (not just some perverse
young operators of machinery,
who play with the controls in ignorance)
apprenticed under one who made for me
& you, designed this whole she-bang (not chance)
to now be finished - with his kids once grown
up, so to join in with the fam’ly trade
of building (& then helping with a groan
or two - as sign of processing what’s made,
or being formed around us, in between
us, & within us, as we join with the
terrific purpose of our being seen
on this stage, till we have that final meet-
ing with Producer and Director who
will look at all our acting up till then.
Decisions will be made ’bout me and you:
Will we be picked for next production when…
the stakes get higher, viewers - many more.
So, starting now I am a viewer first,
but then I am an actor, singer for
this musical, with music fit to burst
this tiny little heart with joy & grief,
emotions must be just appropriate,
to plot-line where they frame, or bring relief…
We're in this First Production ’t any rate.
Oh God you helped, the atmosphere was great,
the setting - with two other adults there
with attitudes of helping, not of hate,
capacities honed sharp to show the care
that those kids really feel and understand,
& step up to, to do their very best,
along with do-able assessment planned.
Disruptions were disrupted - and the rest
was “his-tor-y” (this morning), as they say.
It felt like bits of heaven opened up.
Creative love itself involved today
itself in the classroom of this “young pup”.
And I am linking help effective from
yourself in ways as obvious as this,
to my inviting you in prayer (and song!),
‘n’the “body” joining with, not taking piss..
And for the chance to work like this in part-
-ner-ship along with you, I’m very glad!
But something makes me long for more, the art
of conversation as I walk, and gad
about the place, responding to their needs,
& opportunities (& threats) as well,
not just on outside, growing plants from seeds,
but inside, with my own “electron shells”.
My own subjective sharing of this life,
my feelings world, and motives, images.
I think I see how ev’ry bit of strife
was tuned to, like your son in scrimmages.
It took my all, and knowing too, the game.
Expecting help along the way, and fun
that will involve my going past what sane
& “normal” life calls for. I had to run!
Not thoughtlessly, as frantic person might,
but joining in with much more than the norm.
And thus I would live all my life - in sight
of you, my God, my Father, through each storm.
Filled with the spirit of creative love,
to try to make it manifest down here
that Earth reflect the heavens up above.
The very sea turns blue*, it would appear!
God give us wisdom from yourself to share
in ways that are appropriate and true,
that mirror you "the God who is still there”,
though these days yet we find we don't see you.
Conceptions which are underlying for
our further understanding here; as such
Ontologies are central if we’d more
relate in ways that grasp, but do not clutch.
The purpose of our grasping-well affects
the way we use, and interact, and know.
The ways we interface and share reflect
the kinds of stuff appropriate to show
and tell within these times we learn & teach
and form each other, maybe deform too.
Re-forming right-relating here with each -
as much as it depends on me (& you).
Affecting our Epistemologies,
our Pedagogy, Ethics will flow on..
Communities that practice truth will please
not power-mongers, but folk who belong
to such communities that listen well,
yet do not lose their voice by doing so;
in fact their service - fighting all the hell
that thoughtlessness does spawn, will go to show
and tell those stories, of the others here,
because we’re tuning in to their own speech
or lack of it. Acts make options appear,
creative, they make space for all & each.
And tuning in ourselves to deeper things
that colour all our acting, speech, and thought:
the hidden wholeness &
imaginings
we wake up to bring more than what we brought.
God, please give wisdom to your young child Ian.
And help him in his weakness to look up
to you his father who knows how he's been
and still may ask him to drain down that cup.
And help me not to battle flesh and blood,
but spirits that rule by default for they
affect the options we see: sky, or mud! -
curtailing contexts, even what we’d pray.
So help me please to see the way you do,
to understand priorities as you
do, with the kind of options that you view,
because your focus is much broader too…
For those two students I taught this past week,
who didn't show respect, or quickly lost
the bit they had; please help their lives so bleak
to come in touch with power of Pentecost..
And I as carrier of that strong wind,
those tongues of fire that speak of your good works
do set myself to not flail or recind
the unction you set on me; he who lurks(!)
And even if I fall, and body dies,
I set myself to trust you in my grave,
and crucify that part of me that tries
to justify myself, or else to rave
about my rights, or else capacities,
as though I were a God by my own right.
A joke, to think that ev’ryone should please
me. I would please the one who’s “outa sight”!
It's not the thinking of good thoughts* alone
that makes me good (as even man may be*).
Just speaking of good words don’t flesh the bones
of glory, honour, immortality.
There must be actions in this world, but not
just once or twice*, the flukes of happenstance.
And there must be intent to get to what
has baited humans through the years: The chance
of seeking honour, glory immortal-
ity by doing good repeatedly,
till it’s our character, habit settled,
and by this, programmed into us steadily.
This is the way YaHWeH has chosen to
now partner with us in creating more
reflections of him-self in me & you:
his love’s creative discipline gets poured
around the place by creatures on themselves.
Authority of him, is shared with us
to make a creature who can work for health
somehow by ways that act more than they fuss.
Appearances are NOT what “floats his boat”! -
unless we think “appearing on the stage”,
but there's a set of “skills” to learn (by rote),
till our whole selves are able to engage
in acting out the part he’s picked for us -
to re-present creative love itself
in all the settings of a life that does;
to show an instance of a life with health!
This hankering for recognition which
I find is deep within myself, inside;
I’ll recognise, and name. It’s like a twitch,
or ‘tick’, or stutter. Not to be denied,
but not to be the focus of my life.
My life is like a lens to focus on…
not me, but “good-ness”, in “good” times & “strife”:
good things to recognise, to think upon,
to give thanks for, & then good works to do,
because they’d help not me, but this cosmos,
where God has put me, at this time - where you
& I affect folk here for good, or loss.
I now recall what Pete*, or was it Paul*
said in the scriptures that we read today,
“God is my witness*” and too these words fall
quite nat-ur-al-ly, as a way to say
that this is really true, not “for affect” -
to garner praise or well-wishing from folk.
He lived his life before the one who checked
him out and judges ev’ry Sheila/ Bloke.
And so I think I'll take a leaf from them,
or learn a lesson from the way they spelled
things out, God sees, & knows what I do, when,
and where, with who, & how & why, as well.
Don't think that recognition’s not that good!
That cannot be, unless God’s not around.
But as, in Jesus’s words, God is, and should
be trusted. I’ll walk gladly on (t)his ground!
this morning I read through one of the 20 (?) different things that have helped me get or nurture the right attitude, or mindfulness to tune in to God through a day. This (The Examen) is one, maybe Laurie passed on to us:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/0B-x3YoQ3OQpLM2xMbjBUbHRZTDA/edit?usp=drivesdk&ouid=100279994004385559468&resourcekey=0-movByCwoDYI-SMYvPRWWpQ&rtpof=true&sd=true
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Another thing is to kind of be a midwife for them as they look over their interactions with God, to start to develop a personalised discipline or "Way" that is helpful for them at this stage of their journey.. ie. To make or develop good "habits of responsiveness" ( based on the critter they are at the moment, and the critter they sense God wants them to become more of - to spread the life of Jesus more into the world.
Another example for me has been that little summative (& formative) passage of general advice the Apostle Paul says to the Thessalonian Jesus Followers: "Be JOYFUL always, PRAY at all times, be THANKFUL in all circumstances. This is what God wants from you in your life in union with Christ Jesus. (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18; https://bible.com/bible/296/1th.5.16-18.GNBUK, plus then, the rest of the chapter)...
I found it worked backwards for me... i.e. when I PRAYED in all circumstances, then I found I was THANKFUL to God for his help and gifts through every circumstance, and then I found I was JOYFUL (about something, even if it wasn't some change of circumstances, but simply the chance to share that part of life with God himself)...
GOD, may your people who bear your good name
and image in this town be yours, and its -
as Jesus wept for those towns* and inflamed
their leadership against him bit by bit
so in the end they killed him dead before
the blocks of their great building were knocked down.
Oh may the people you love love you more
than all the stuff we gain from those around.
Oh grow, please God, some hearts of "flesh" that beat
as your heart does, to beat of diff'rent drum
that helped Him hear your voice out in the street
and at the table where who loved would come.
And may the King of Love who shepherds still
his sheep, and knows each lamb to care for it,
send out more shepherds to this town who will
find needy folk who feel they hardly fit
in set-ups under those who found "their niche",
(by which they don't mean ways to suffer well).
This Christ you sent to us, and too to each,
that we might learn to live "absorbing hell".
Or in the words of those who came around
to follow Him whom you said we should 'hear',
"love covers over piles of sin". They found
forgiveness is for giving out. He's near!
That’s He whose goodness never fails or falls
off just because he doesn’t find his match.
He’s faithful, so he builds; and he will call
and then equip, and also bind and patch.
Today the weather’s somewhat colder and
it might just snow sometime the bureau says.
The wind is chilly, and so I have planned
to wear a cap on head, for I can guess
my lunch-time duty will require I stand
out in the weather at the “lower front”.
So here I am in company so grand
as those around about me in this hunt.
This hunt I say, for “Truth (through Knowledge)” here
is hunted down, as gold is sought from ore.
For motivation’s key, it would appear,
and more is found the more it is looked for.
And things are truly looked for in this world
when they are really prized, or treasured in
themselves, or some good function they hold furled
within their nature, or where they have been,
or else because of their relationships
to other things or people round about.
So attitudes of honour, care, friendships,
or mis-trust can affect what is found out.
And many things will not be even sought
for, just because our models don’t yet let
those inputs in, so outputs can’t be brought
to match experience we can’t forget.
So sometimes fresh friendship, or love, or hate,
or even pain, discomfort brings me back
to live out in this real world, of late.
instead of just my model that’s off track!
Well KHESED-love performs such deeds and words;
such words, and deeds then come to pass as well
the essence of intent before they’re heard
when mouth that formed the word was soon to tell
it out into the world, as spark of fire,
(or seed of living animal or plant).
Its word speaks of intent and shares its ire,
or joy, or grief, and mind [not emptied out,
but teeming with what might be called desire,
if that means understandings, will, and plans
to bless all others - creatures lower, higher.]
It starts with keeping its own word. It stands
to reason, and to creativity, to power to create (not just to change),
and understanding as with my kids, me.
It doesn’t help them if I am deranged.
And what en-love-en-ed father, though he be
as evil and mistaken as we are,
would try to “raise” his kids to hinder he
who gave them life? ..He hopes they shine as stars!
And I feel quite unlike that shining self;
reactive and defensive when pain’s near.
My hopes and spirit, like a willing elf;
my “flesh” is weak to motivate and cheer.
But KHESED-love if you will enter me
and be my breath to take life further in,
and higher up, then I am glad to be
receptacle for your life. May it win!
To bear witness is not just to speak words
of language made by Hemisphere of brain
that’s left (when pointing forward) - even birds
and reptiles, mammals might have to refrain
from learning just from sound-wave symbols when
they’re round about, and learn from acts, in fact
some things are best passed down the line again
by dramatised responses. For a pact
can be made that is binding, without words,
though understanding’s necessary still.
And honour, glory can be seen, or heard
somehow by oft repeated acts that will
display the choices of a life well lived*.
It might be just the lack of fear, or else
the overbearing way the facts are sieved,
and seen in light of threats perceived from hell’s
capacity to taint the whole of life,
and lead to accusations and the like,
instead of questions, which can, like a knife,
cut out our immaturity and hike
on further than the accusations could
go, yet don’t need accuse at all, they leave
that for the ones who answering claim good-
ness at their beck and call. And on their sleeve
they wear emotions, and as humans would
be, they are vuln’rable to claiming judge-
-ment as their right, which may be well ‘n’ good,
when under-teamed with side that doesn’t fudge.