Half way?

Wow, at a school re-union... Didn't realize how much we change, & yet... & yet.. Maybe it's the picture of a seed...
Ah... yes, but it must not clutch at it's identity as though it were always to be a  seed... or as though it was now full-blown as a seed.  It  must let itself be buried secretly, wasted in the ground, before its potential can become evident - in good time (& never to be shown off again to all his old seed-buddies, for they have either rotted in the ground, or are now almost unrecognizable as the seeds they once were.
Much to become!

Are we learning "Who we are?"
- or "Who we are becoming?"
Come the distance? Are we far?
Our "need for speed" 's numbing.

Thinking of a number-line,
we're often led to count,
or extrapolate - that's fine,
"What will I amount

to? "in the end" - it comes to this...
but maybe those two arrows*
"Tell their tale"... ("What if he missed?"
or "What falling sparrows?")

What's the world here coming to?
The end? Is it in sight?
Egg to zygote, foetus, .. clue
us also to some light

on this matter now at hand
or held within our mind-
fullness, we must understand
ain't something that we find.

I've a notion we are found
more full or empty by
others who are on the ground...
who hear us when we sigh.

Which direction do I move?
Am I a cup - or hose?
And who is it that will prove
to whom, that water flows?

* thinking of the two arrows at the ends of a number line e.g. 
             -1       0      1     2
     <-----;----|----;----;--->, 
as the most important indicators: the numbers we are up to, or the speed we're at, are almost irrelevant (as long as we don't stop). Our direction of movement will affect all. But then also, the tales of arrows that illustrate those two directions... The archetypal boy shooting at a sparrow or pigeon (for target practice, & surprisingly hitting it, then dealing with intentional death, & William Tell & his two arrows... etc)

peace by piece

Txt2PW: ... Amen, thank Him for his truth and his way,
May he help us live in it, through night and in day,
Thanks that he leads in wisdom and light,
It makes me sleep peacefully, tomorrow'll be 'right.

.......... - ..........

Peace fully given, yet we learn each bit,
that's piece by piece until we've walked the way,
& know it top to bottom, all of it
(well, might be we're more known by it, I say).

For as we've opened up ourselves to Peace
(that's "Shalom" in the Hebrew, they tell me,
they say that peace's lovers never cease,
it's blessings were pronounced by heavenly

bright angels at the birth of "Prince of Peace" -
his way of truth & love is peace's way,
& he told his ambassadors then please
to bless all lovers of peace who will pay

the price to welcome, aid, & abet it,
who put their money where their mouth is too,
they will not talk and then just forget it,
they learn to live it out, as rare folk do!

They have a kind of hope beyond this world,
they see beyond the biological,
might not be in their life-time when unfurled,
but peace's flag & rule is magical,

yet real as steel, & solid as a brick,
it has a diff'rent pow'r that's based on love,
it's creativity is not a trick,
it does the work, & yet it will not shove!

It truly thanks, then looks, responds, & sleeps
- at peace, that other hands are working too
(yet if it wakes it is not scared, & peeps,
expectant) banks that truth & love win through.

waifer us...

Oh God we love the way you see, and do.
The way you listen, come down, get involved!
When I grow up, I want to be like you.
Impart your view & love to me disolved

within my food and drink, & air I breathe,
I want to be "connected" - branch in vine.
I now recall that statement (I believe)
that all the food of this world, is divine..

divine love that's made edible for us
to take in freely, yes, it grows on trees!
And this is to display the kind of fuss
you make of us. Caressing in the breeze

[or breath, or wind, or spirit - the same word
in ancient Hebrew (or the Greek) they say.]
You want to give your mind to those who've heard,
& listened to, all those you've sent our way.

To speak of "way", it makes me think of "weigh";
how you want us to weigh up what we hear,
& not to be naive, to know folk say
not only what is true, & good, & clear.

Sometimes we have to exercise our brain,
- but more than brain, to check our motives too,
& exercise your love which comes again,
as varied as the animals in zoo,

and gladder than them not to live in vain.
In fact, your love and view give meaning to
our lives which otherwise have nothing gained,
for meaning-more I turn my gaze to you!

Matty gets married (to a lovely Katie)...

Bless you brother (& sister).
I'm sorry I don't think ill make it. I think ill be in Rockhampton that day.

God help this brother
& his wife (to be),
love one another
in your great love free-

-ly given to share
with folk who're about.
Help them not care
your love might run out,

but go fresh each day
to get some from you,
so, not stored away,
's a manna* that's true!

* when read it can mean that "what is it" bread from heaven, or, a manner or method of displayimg truth.

what to think about?

Hey Paul, I'm starting to think of something we could study through if you're interested, and was thinking you could help me think about what to study through, if your interested.

..........

Hmm,Yup. Good. Keep on.
God's clearly at work!
Love to see you've won
- & don't want to shirk..

but help you think through
what's worth thinking 'bout
- & what's worth to do
as you live it out

I have things in mind.
I hear you do too.
Think the way to find
God's mind is "Renew".

But how to renew?
That is good to ask(!)
- as disciples do.
The Answer's our task!

time together although apart

Good morning.
Some of you will know that I'm involved in (...a certain...) youth group in (.. my town..).
I'm going on a camp today until Saturday, taking 3 year 7 boys that I've got to know well that aren't from Christian families.
I'd love it if you would like to support me in prayer.
If you send me your email address you can receive prayer requests.
No pressure though.
Hope you have a great week.
God bless
Peter

Good. Lord, on this good morning
some of us now know that Pete
who's been loudly "not-yawning"
in a certain youth group. SWEET!

Leaves there on a camp-with-noise,
until the next Saturday,
taking three year 7 boys
(not just taking them away).

Boys that he's got to know well,
that aren't from Christian life-styles,
help us know how we could (shall !)
join with them, in our lives miles

away, in prayer, or other-
wise. With no pressure except
love for them, & this brother.
God, we pray that (t)he(y)'ll be blest.


paul.walker@...

We're out tonight. Come morning bright.

...Do you want to come over tomorrow morning for morning tea at 10:30..

Fine idea!
C U then-ish.
Keep that Jen near
as breezes swish.

And may your bairns
grow strong and true
as sleep returns
God's peace to you..

and thus to your's -
your images,
sons & daughters
with trim edges..

God your father
smiles on you two,
he would rather
that your love grew!

What if I then
bring some pan-cake
mix to share when
I come. We bake?

pilgrim pulse

As we walk along the road, days end,
we come at last to times when we can stop
and still continue talking with a friend
and even eat a bit, and drink a drop.

It’s at these times when friendship comes alive
at close of day, around a meal, at rest,
When people’s thoughts keep marching past “survive-”
-al”, savour good, and thinking too of best,

and learning too, to listen (not just talk)
and actively to try to feel with them,
and open up your life and not just baulk
at differences that take us past our “ken”.

Past our “Ken”, & “Barbie”, model pair
and to a deeper magic underneath
until we come at last to places where
then we decide to spend of love’s bequeath…

and putting up with others’ weird ways
and then their special other little quirks,
so that it hardly matters what (s)he says
I’m not just thinking “All of them are jerks”.

And yet to call those jerk-ish ways their names,
and handle any flack that is stirred up;
not escalating, playing little games
where all our sensitivities erupt.

But modelling the kind of bigness that
most parents have for kids (who have well grown),
and friends have for their friends who’re thin or fat,
yet open up their inner thoughts. Be known.

Sat 12/11/2016

dislexic learning from an ol' doG...

Oh will I ever learn to keep first things..
at first .. "place" in this journey - Growing Up.
O God! I'm such a baby and that brings
much that will fall away - as with a pup!

The puppy chews the shoes left there with it,
and leaves its "doggy do's" around the place,
& must be trained with "pain" as well as "treat",
to move into the gains where life is "Ace"!

Pups are mostly concrete in their thinking.
It's true some kinds can meet the twist and turn,
like Pointers who can point out to their king, 
the things they are appointed to, & learn.

Sometimes I seem less able than a pup!
To think, a human babe is just a blob,
we're made to learn more as we're growing up,
our culture's more, unless your Uncle's Bob.

But even if it's true, & Bob's your Unc.
- & everything for you is set in place,
it must depend on who's power is defunct,
& which culture "in lieu of" is embraced.

Which fam'lies on this Earth are tuned to life? -
for timely is our birth in history!
The culture of eternity is rife,
it's roots are those which were in you and me

and deeper down in darkness and alone
they may wake up and harken to the call;
but just for now (as dog returns to bone),
I want my father(God)'s culture installed.

G'day!

Creator, good morning! - & I love you!
I want for that to be my stance right through
this day ahead of me to open to
the open-est "One/We" (who's more a "who"

than anyone who's met by anyone
tho' on this day we'll get closer to some).
I'm still a bit tir-ed - but I'm not numb.
Thanks for the sleep in bed - & dreams that come.

(The unconscious re-hash of yesterday:
hopes we had that were dashed along the way,
or else desires that clashed. What else to say?
Or futures, unabashed - for which we'd pay)

Sometimes I see where I am at just now,
by all these dreams that fly through me somehow,
or I am warned to try... a different bow,
or posture in my life, for this I'm "Wow!"

- and thank you! - The Cre-a-tive One who sees
and get's involved each day as it does please
an artist who's not paid (tho' not dis-eased!)
with gold God can't be swayed, but love is "seized".

And so, I know, as you read this today,
not just some dust or view gets in your way,
if you decided to you'd help me say
what's loving and is true, & then to pay

the price (of saccrifice), that turns these words,
the things that sound so nice, to not just turds,
but living breathing mice, or beasts, or birds
that populate and slice through other worlds.

interviews and assessments

Brother, go well!
Wisdom from God,
love from him - smells
wonderf'lly odd,

or else it wells
up & they hate;
jealousy spells
how they relate.

Your life will "fish'
whate'er you do;
so good men wish
more came like you;

other leaders,
with smaller lives
- Bottom Feeders,
or Big Knives -

will not want some
one like you to
be seen or come
on, so they'll "Shoo!".

Use this chance to
learn good skills and
learn to dance to
God's other band(!)

of brothers who
bow their knee to
His Good & True,
which they'll "see through"!

TimE4FolKUS

Hey what time is "focus" tomorrow?
if it is alright to both come up,
we'll try to do so (and NOT sorrow
or sleep in, & be slack) - to sum up.

P&K

chairos moments . . .

Some walkers walk,
while marking time,
so not to baulk
at the sublime.

They hope to learn
from Mark, to see
Life (not to spearn
Community)

in common-place
things like walking
(not power paced)
& too talking.

Here's that there link,
might help you think...
- least be knowing
how we're going :

yvalker.blogspot.com.au

Anyone know
how to jig-jog
some audio
onto a blog-

new recordings
of folk we meet
in our minings,
on road & street

(people's pictures
are straight forward;
seems more strictures
with sound recorded).

Salt & light

Hope that you're doing well there brother Steve,
where-ever you are on this Earth today,
& may folk find it eas'yer to believe
in God, for contac-ting you in some way.