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 too. “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!




Odysseus


Two handed..(10 fingers)



Assuming all the gods which culture gave 

him, as with walking, language, dress code, and

his sense of humour, honour, kind of whim

allowable, technologies that stand


(because their secrets - held in guilds of trust -

are too complex to master in one life,

and yet can be bequeathed, as well they must,

to individuals, husband or wife).


Where can a man, or woman, go from there? 

What options would he have? And how could she

work well within the confines she has where

she finds herself? And though the options be


with diff’rent clothing, and maybe approach,

at heart they’re sim-i-lar (& complement). 

For humans aren’t one part, both horse and coach

both oars and sails together get ships sent..

 

It's not our place to see the way to take

It is our place to take each step we make

On seeing all our inconsistencies

to choose against confusing drugs of ease,


recalling and confronting our own hell 

that we have brought into this world so well

before remaking, choice by choice, the life

that's gifted us by grace of love that's rife


in any here on earth who keep their word

that’s even to their own hurt. for they see

desire of this small self, too small, absurd,

compared to honour’s acts which always be


more glorious, immortal. Great God gifts

to those who take this path, Eternal Life.

At first maybe, as song or story lifts 

the lives of those around a husband/wife


A unit of humanity to show

the glory of creation which delights

to give itself in acts of love to know

and be known by, the one who ever fights


in ways that open up in time to act

for glory, honour, immortality.

In all confusing aspects, ev’ry pact

they keep, receives for all humanity.



We just saw Christopher Nolan’s interpretation of Homer’s Greek Story, often appreciated as myth..  this is a day or two of thoughts after the event.



2026-08-08

God’s offspring


 springs off



God please give your man ACTS TO DO, as well

as words to say to those whom he meets with;

to join with heavenly hopes against all hell,

by helping build up Jesus’ kin and kith.




borne


“from above”



My Daddy I do love you and I’m glad

to live within this world held here by love-

-ving creativity that keeps the bad

and good folk’s worlds, alike come “from above” -


“ἄνωθεν”(anōthen) - as it’s said in Greek, and means 

also the concept of “again” to them -

Greek-speakers can do great poetic memes

that pivot on the meaning  changes when


in diff’rent contexts curtains tear in two,

And children borne from one world to the next

are born “again”, or “from above” in lieux 

of heading there, (though he did - in the text).


It’s also “from above” that he will come

“again” & stand on Earth as heaven’s friend

who’s come to live here with us, ev’ryone,

that’s .. on our side, and at it .. (to the end).


And now I see that poetry’s to be

extended from my life with you each day,

to life with those who image you, so we

might each be portals (windows) as they say


to keep the conversation going here

on good ol’ Earth that's meant to show, support,

make unseen heaven’s principles be clear-

-ly seen on earth, where principles are wrought


into existence in a concrete way.

I love to see this world of hea’en & earth 

relating so that just as he did say:

“on Earth, as it’s in Heaven” - even birth.




Footnotes

“μὴ θαυμάσῃς ὅτι εἶπόν σοι Δεῖ ὑμᾶς γεννηθῆναι ἄνωθεν” (According to John 3:7 SBLG)



2026-08-05

Sharing thoughts..

..with those about



God, you are king, and I will not tell you

just how to run this show, or what to do;

unless you ask my thoughts, upon your knee;

& then I won't think mine the only way-ee!


I s'pose that is the meaning of “humble”;

or “like a little child” - with reverence,

who’ll try to say things plainly, though they stumble.

They’re not entitled, they show deference.


Oh God as I get older, there's a part

of me that feels “entitled” in some way

that doesn't give the folk around a start.

It speaks so loud and strong, when it should say


things gentler, softer, hearing others’ views*,

and asking them their thoughts and how they got

to those conclusions, or to take that news

on plainly, when the contrary  has a lot..


of indications, evidence, as well.

I want to often share with God, & those

who image him on earth here where we dwell,

not as a know-it-all, but in repose -


in restfulness, since I’m so immature,

in need of stable, real knowledge, from more 

than foetal guesses, I need people who’re

plain able to observe, see, and be sure


of what they see, and don’t mistake things (much).

I see a problem here if I forget

or let someone gas-light me, as things touch

my senses, since they’re not a certain bet.


So help me God, to speak the truth in love.

To listen, look, and learn from what’s around,

and then record to serve, as from above

you taught us writing, reading, as we’ve found


in scientific methods: a record

can help where just our memory is poor.

You’ve made us rich in your fam’ly, oh Lord,

And seeing as you see, is something more…


So help from you to grow in mindfulness

is what I’m asking for. Oh God, I trust

your nature that is always to just bless

and not put off “that thing” unless you must.



Foot notes etc:
P.S. I started writing this yesterday morning after my wife said that at times I come across as a final arbiter, or judge, or know-it-all who squashes discussions instead of opening them up. And that this habit made her sick! (And it makes me sick too, if it’s true, since I have had experiences with others like that in the past and I react like my wife, at least inside. It appears to be a more common problem for teachers, engineers, trained medicos, and many older men; & I fit both the first and last category in that list).
Then I received a speeding ticket in the mail, which I opened last night, before dinner. It fined me for driving at 97km/hr in an 80km/hr zone, over $500.00 and 3 demerit points. I checked, and last night I already had 10 demerit points. My wife had 5 demerit points. We think I was the driver for that part of the trip, but she offered to pay the fine (from our shared account), and to take the demerits. But to do that I have to make a solemn declaration that she was in charge of the vehicle at that time… I finished editing this poem, we listened to two fantasy stories, I recalled Jesus’ words about “Let your Yes, be ‘Yes’; & your No be ‘No’ ”, then went to bed. I had a dream about the fabric of my society being broken down by people not being able to keep their word - to their own hurt, then on waking re-read the poem above and tweaked it, a few times and then knew what I must do regarding my speeding ticket: Ask if they have any pictures of the driver? If they don’t, or if they do and the driver is not a woman; 1) Do the online offender’s course, 2) represent myself in the Qld court, 3) admit my guilt regarding the infringement, and ask for leniency under section 11, then 4) take what I get. Thank you God.
s* - I heard yesterday of a situation to the contrary where a building’s “Lock-down alarm” was so soft and that no one in the building took it as an alarm for their building (they had heard all the other building around having lockdowns, and knew that a lockdown was only applicable for each building where the alarm sounded, but this alarm had no alarming qualities, and didn’t sound to be an alarm for their building - to anyone who was in the building. This helped me appreciate that plain volume & strength given to sounds has a part to play and communicates things, and my volume and strength of speech are generally a bit alarming (as my children are often willing to tell me, & as I experience when with other loud Walker's too - I feel right at home with them).


2026-08-03

needing prayer

God, please bless Dunc and Mill with wisdom in 
the task of parenting (that you set up -
for them to join with you in) handlin'
of humans being like mountains erupt-

ing ev'rywhere, at any time, with great 
explosive pow'r, surprising ev'ryone.
And thanks for your great promise to relate
to us your wisdom, and you've just begun.

And thanks for Sam & Alice's new home. With lesser rent (we hope), though greater fuel.
Thanks for the model Gideon has shown
them clearly. Help them trust, not play the fool...

2026-08-02

Rode. Accident..



Hey…, please keep my Dad in your prayers. He was hit by a car while out on a bike ride today. 3 broken ribs, broken wrist, shoulder, foot and a decent concussion.. the driver was going 100km/hr so it's amazing things aren't worse. Waiting for results of other scans to check he's ok internally but when I saw him he was talking and smiling and stuff, though in some pain



God, thanks for your help keeping him alive

and please give grace to him, and wife as well.

And wisdom in relation to that drive-

-er, and thanks for

healing that's real. No sell!




Truth in inward parts*..


(The cloud of forgetting, the cloud of unknowing, & the clarity of a child’s knowing*…)



My God, I must just trust your work, and you.

I cannot bring about good on my own.

So once again recite the folk you do

incredible work for, in singing  tones


your loyal word that’s carried on your breath

with one great fam’ly focus, dance and song*;

your artistry created (over  death)

the whole she-bang that’s ever come along.


I love you Lord, and will now learn to play

a song with all the skill you give to me,

responding to your goodness here today

I enter your love’s creativity.


But too admit what seems a “turn off” switch

on me. I’m not sure what, nor how it’s worked. 

“The trouble with X*” says it, my own glitch,

my unawareness shows where I have shirked.. 


Please help me see my job, oh holy one.

And give me grace to let your face shine through

this darkened glass, to let light pass, not shun

its influence. I want to grow like you.


I need to do this job. I’m not a sole-

trader, but a partner here with you.

I’ll now do as you said: “Remove the pole*”,

and trust in God* for all the rest then too.


I now rejoice in my infirmities*.

Admitting them quite plainly, ask for help

of you my God, “my helper*”, since you’re pleased

to put yourself that way. I am your whelp*!



ts* - see Psalm 51:6-17 etc

knowing* - Matthew 18:3; 1Cor 8:1-3; 13:8-12

song* - Zephaniah 3

X* - article by C.S. Lewis, & a human’s summary.

e* - Matthew 7:3-5

d* - Prov 3:5-6; Psalm 37:5; Jeremiah 17:7; Mark 11:22-25

es* - 2Cor 12:9-10

r* - Psalm 54:4; 121:1-2Heb 13:6

p* - Mark 7:27-28



2026-07-30

and when ten words* he spoke

“my Lord, and God!” awoke..


..by them, inside his kids,

without, within where hid

his DNA inside,

where new life will abide..



Lord Jesus, leader of New Human Race,

I gladly follow you along the way

you take, as you go following the trace-

-es you found round your  ground of being. Hey!


You followed what you saw your Father do-

ing, copied - while he let you see that much.

You trusted that he could fix all ensu-

ing problems, and would always keep in touch.


And you found that your God was quite suffish-

ent. One you wouldn’t trade for lesser one.

Ten words, like fingers/ toes helping to dish

up how to live on Earth as Father’s son.


Both how to grasp, and move about his world

with skill, and poise, and not be poisoned here

by substances we might have thought were hurled

towards us, since around us they appear;


and yet much nearer, but much less apparent

(not less a parent, just because our eyes

can’t at one time - before they’ve grown less errant -

quite see you, and) your acts they won't despise,


but gratefully receive as gifts of grace,

and faithfully despise suff’ring and pain,

and not just live for comfort, but to place

your trust in God, as you called those again


who followed you to do themselves, as well

they might if they like you were made to be

an image of creative love, to tell

in acts, and choices made, and words that we


might say (as you led us in deed, in word).

You led in speaking as you let this world

become what you made latent, then it heard

your word allowing it to shine, unfurled


it showed itself - as you knew secretly

it could be. When you let, it would be that!

Oh God, please give me eyes to really see

what you imagine for this world which sat


upon your knees one time in ages past.

You loved it then. You sent your very son,

and gave us all our chance that’s come at last,

to follow up the work that you’ve begun!




s* - “Ten words” refers in Jesus’s bible, to two things at once, and further than that, possibly a third: the ten times God “spoke” or “said”, & brought the heavens and the earth & their inhabitants into being at the beginning (Gen 1); and the “Ten words” the same God gave his covenant people on Mount Sinai to enable them to bear his image in this broken world, (obviously in newly fixed up covenant relationship with him - found in Exodus (20:1-17) and Deuteronomy (5:6-21). Then for a third possibility, (often repeated in the New Covenant writings, the New Testament, his (God’s in Christ’s) new “command”, Yeshua is God’s final WORD to humanity, and he gives a newly formulated “Ten Words” to his new covenant people (recorded not in Hebrew, the language of the Hebrew Nation, but in the lingua franca of the Other Nations of the First Century CE: Koiné Greek): 

“..ἀγαπᾶτε ἀλλήλους,
καθὼς ἠγάπησα ὑμᾶς 
ἵνα καὶ ὑμεῖς 
ἀγαπᾶτε ἀλλήλους.” 

(John 13:34f - An English rendition might be: “love one another - as I loved you  love one another”) obviously based as it is on Yeshua's understanding of the whole purpose and function of the 613 old covenant commands, the ten words, and the new revelation and interpretive life Messiah had offered both to God, and to his people.

2026-07-28

A Fairytale:

Phenomenal Dendrocentric World..


Chapter 1


Once there was a loving creative being which itself made an amazing creature that could use sunlight as an energy source (which it got from the heavens above) to connect water molecules (which it got from the earth  below) with carbon dioxide molecules (that it got from the air & sky around it, in the space between the heavens and the earth), and by this means it created glucose molecules in enough abundance that they could be its own entire food source, and it often had enough to share a crop with other creatures, and on top of that it could also use the glucose as building blocks (like little Lego blocks) for making structures to act as solar panels, and to collect nutrients, and make other structures to reach up and display those solar panels, while keeping them strong against the gravity of, and the winds around, that world.


So, it made its own food out of basic building blocks, with one specific band of energy from sunlight. This creature was made such that it had little solar panels that both collected the sunlight from the heavens, and the carbon dioxide from the gap in between the heavens and the land, the airy current-swept skies, and it had a pipe and tube system that burrowed down and collected and transported the water from the ground level and even from deep under the ground up to the little food factories where this water was (as I said before) one of the two major compounds needed for food production.


It had been made by its creator so that the solar paneled, food factories, were thrust out and positioned and oriented in such a way as to capture the maximum sunlight during the day when the sun rose, as it circled like a dome over the world this creature lived in, until it set again on the other side of the world. 


This creature was so moved by the spirits of that world,  that it danced, and rustled, swayed and waved, & at times clapped and banged. 


The loving creative being deemed this amazing creature of its making to be good (including solid, dependable), and that its functions (like gifting food, clothing and shelter to nearly all other inhabitants in that world) were also good.


But this being of creative love wanted this amazing creature further to be overseen and cared for by the children of creative love. This was such a high honour that nothing short of creative love could properly care for this amazing creature. So creative love’s own children would be up to this. They would need to be more mobile than that beautiful creature, and would need to have a bigger picture in mind. So creative love modelled to its children guarding and caring for these amazing creatures. It would have to see that its children would grow in the wisdom of creative love to be able to partner properly with creative love itself as its representative, a picture of, an embodiment of creative love, in that world. 


Everything was set. The children of creative love had all sorts and types and smells and textures of food made for them by these amazing creatures, who taught the foetal children of creative love to dance, to give, to be solid, to lift up their hands themselves to their maker and mother, & father and friend, to become so prosperous and full of abundance as to always have much more to give, being given their own energy directly from the heavens daily, in order to make their own food, and the food for the entire planet to be able to live, and on top of that giving what was needed (which was not that much), for the clothing and shelter needs of the entire world, and modelling how to give their skeletons & body parts to others to contribute to keeping them going well. They lived with how much more than they needed? Who could tell? An ecosystem that smelled like creative love was developing, based on complementing, care, provision, mate-ship & abundance...




2026-07-24

School teacher



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.



2026-07-23

re: Healing & reCreation


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!



Footnotes

*  KHESED is the old Hebrew word for the kind of commitment that “keeps its word - even to its own hurt”, covenantal love, loving kindness, everlasting love, steadfast love. 


Recreation of an “Eye”



In a difficult time with a good friend, a very important lesson came out of it for me...



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.






2026-07-22

SUMmary for humans is not Maths, it is story-telling..

(like about … some Mary, ... or Joseph, or Yeshua! - remember Mary Christmas!)



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!