HOW AH TO UNSOUR

[Good mate will be "late", 
due to son's P plate; 
- not one is irate!]

....   ...   ...   ...   ...   ....

All the best
for Jake's test.
May you rest,
and be blessed

by the Most
Holy Ghost,
who came close t'
clean (not roast)

and empow'r,
even now
he shows how
to un-sour:

Praise Yahweh
who is great!
never late,
on whom we wait.

with help from JG

that old old story - on reflecting*

Ȃdarm lets Eve be the wise

human initiator,

with this stranger who defies

the core of what Ȃ said to her.

I reckon he should've spoke

up, butted in and said “Hey,

if 'God lies', as says this bloke,

"Snake" might just speak fake today!”,

but he did not, and you know

the tragic tale for Ȃdarm#

the deathly outcomes that show

our zombie life that brings harm.

The living ground which birthed plants

now has as ruler, a nit,

one who can’t nakedly dance,

zombies that use, & rape it.

“What of the Earth?” - you enquire.

Cursed! - since the Ȃdarm# who rules

is ruled by changing desire

(‘stead of served), now we are fools!

Fools, we’ve exchanged the glory

of the next step Yahweh named,

for our “consumer story”;

where bullying’s paid off, not shamed.

Boy am I glad that a son

of Ȃdarm, better than Cain,

came to this Earth as the One

Leader - a boon, not a bane!

* Gen 1:1-4:1

# looking at the footnotes in the above reference explains that 1) the Hebrew word here put as Adarm is both the name of the first male, human, and also the name for Humanity ( ... male & female, God created Adarm), and also 2) sounds like the Hebrew word for ground/earth, for the Adarm was made from the ground/earth ie. (as Madeleine L'engle puts it in her book of reflections on faith & art: "human from humus").

How R U? (a response)

Quite very looked-after
(though possibly dafter)!
While we're still conflicted,
we're not much restricted;
more good work than I can
poke sticks at, my good man.
Folk who are God's children
come past me quite often.
Learn-ing from our Teacher
how to be a fisher
of all those he loves so
I'm real glad if I go
a cross (with him) the town,
or travel the world 'round.

And you?

Beth & Bevan, en route to Heaven

My Father, my Mother,
a husband and wife,
more than any other
I owe you my life,

and so do my 6 kids
(or "lambs" that they are
- no longer "billy lids").
Glad you're together.

And glad you opened up
more to that great love.
You have been like a cup
filled more from above,

as we all drink from you
(and you gave out well),
time, money, strength to do,
and stories to tell,

as well as attention
when you listen to
us, and all who'd mention
their stories to you.

I'm glad Beth's my mother
who's been with us here
for this yet another
hard but love-filled year,

and Bevan my father,
you've both kept your word
to - keep with each other,
- "hear", more than "be heard".

I think your time of quiet
(each day you have it),
even when you pry it
between each visit,

must set the tone for where
you're heading your life
together, as you share
as husband and wife.

I hope we can share too
more with you this year
as we all more value
each sigh, and each tear.

7July2015

happy bithday "little" bro.

Happy birthday 2 ol' Craig
on this very fine day done.
I know it sounds like i'm vague;
49 to 51.

So it could be a big one,
if he's not he's very close,
half a hundred could be fun,
as a body, not a ghost..

But if he's seven sevens
(that's a week, of weeks, of years)
fourth born of Beth & Bevan's
bourn forth fruit, of love (and tears).

Blessings on you, old and wise
one who's learning at each stage;
what to accept, what despise,
how to love, as does a sage.

May you sleep more soundly now
("soundly" might include a snore)
learning not to scrape & bow,
as we younger did before,

yet to gladly thankful be
for good gifts that come your way,
love that covers, oh plenty,
& discovers good to say.

Thanks for your way of being
open as you can, and do.
I'm glad of friendship seeing
that i'm not often with you

(in body).

I need wads .. of what's God's .. others do .. need him too.

I think the issue of children suffering, and God not appearing to intervene, is massive for some people, especially if they have suffered as children. I feel like God started to lead me along a trail to find some answers to that about a month ago, but I seem to have lost the trail of it at the moment.

God, you heed us.
You don't need us,
yet you feed us,
maybe weed us

like a garden
in your yard 'n'
with your pardon
hearts won't harden.

We'll be humble
as we bumble
about, stumble,
and then tumble.

...

roads or rails to move in/on; HOPES, IDEALS, REVELATION

We want our ideals

to help us move on

- roads (or rails) for wheels

with guide/convention.

Things which keep us on

the way as rails do;

pre-laid by a gang,

trained, though few, the crew.

Or else we could move

in a bus "on road"

-does not keep in groove

or rail, with its load.

Smaller yet a car,

two to ten people.

One must be driver.

As driver we pull-

-up, and fill the fuel,

take off at the lights,

drive our car to rules

keep folk safe at nights.

More drivers, more needs,

more knowledge and skill

to keep to safe speeds,

so won't maim or kill.

To remember in

the dark, when we don't

see. What has been seen

before, but now won't.

Such constraint, a track -

roads or rails and like

saves us turning back

from cliff edge or dyke.

Thinking of "Cox's Road",
West of Sydney town,
to Bathurst it showed
many folk new ground.

Others before us

did the work and we

travel with less fuss

foll-o-wing that lead.

Or it could be we

who've worked there before.

Reveal/seal the way

to help move & score.

We want real ideals

to help us move on

- roads (or rails) for wheels,

guides, & conventions.

22June2015

Fire. House burnt to the ground. Mother and two Daughters escape, Son with autism dies.

I will miss the funeral, but I'm thinking of you sadly.
I'd love to share the load somehow, though don't know if I could bear to, & hear more than the snippets we've caught down here of the horrific events in the past 2 weeks.

Some raw and possibly garbled thoughts below...



As I recall,
last time I saw him,
Eddie sat tall
and let me draw him.

Oh to dear Jill,
you Eddie's mother,
and the two girls,
missing a brother;

I feel unwell,
my voice feels smothered,
nothing to tell
to any other.

A few snippets
float down the line here,
pass like whippets,
don't feel sublime tears;

bring on the peace,
seems like a nightmare,
troubles don't cease
with Eddie not there.

Tragedies sad,
no more elation,
death of the lad,
interrogation,

house that is not,
all of your goods gone,
icons all shot
through with what's forlorn.

If love can be,
in a world of power.
Then we will see,
more than we see now.

And as love came
along with Eddie,
some might think shame,
incapacity,

looking quite weak;
but I saw Love there,
and so I speak
to give it some air.


Love with tears, ...

from 3rd person to 2nd person re 1st person...

The Lord is gracious to me. He is the one that has saved me and gives me strength every morning Isaiah 33:2 (PM Version)

Amen. AMEN.
Say that again.
The Lord is full
Of grace to Paul
His glory fills
Hollows and hills
His strength he gives
To one who lives
With him today.
Trying to say:
I love you still.
You let me fill
all of your needs?
Yes! This one heeds!
And we love you.
Says Paul(s).. Adieu(x).

Absorb/Reflect Horror/Wonder

[Some folk bring horror to life! Others bring wonder to life! (even to others')]

Folk are 2 wonder,

but also 2 dread,

’s well as accept, or

deny, THE MAN said.

Of these responses

no one is the right

one 2 put on, says

he, 4 the next night.

Each moment needs one,

or each new event,

that combination

of choices thus spent,

would call 4 (or do),

responses that help

cling 2, or eschew,

that course 4 this whelp.

Sometimes the event

that calls 4 response,

is more of a “bent”

in our hearts, all at once

seen newly, we’re shocked,

we know something’s weak,

sometimes we feel “rocked”,

“broke-en” - so 2 speak.

Sometimes our  choices,

(4 us, or 4 them),

and sometimes it’s theirs

that show “Beth le hem”..

A place of wonder

extr’ordin’ry bliss,

sky’s ripped asunder..

but something’s amiss;

the human “Welcome”

is largely “not there”,

a jealous kingdom

’s not willing 2 share

or have a new King,

we’d keep our old ways,

so kill all babes in

that Bethlehem place.

O God, I must ask

(though they’ll think I’m weak),

I see now my task,

don’t just need “a tweak”,

I need your new King,

won’t be 2 busy,

I’ll show him on in-

2 dangerous. ’s he?

Mark 9:42-52; Luke 12:1-9

Matt 1:18-2:23; Luke 2:1-52

Rom 1:6; Col 1:27,3:16;  1 Cor 1:10; 2 Cor 1:19

Gal 4:19

1 Pet 2:15-25

 

Don't be "Flat out today!", be "Filled"..

U 2 lady. Rest that self
- yours to look after;
to train, & help keep in health
(sorrow and laughter),
right relations to your wealth
that's more than half ta
be a blessing to those elfs
God joins (to craft a
wondrous woman, like yourself -
bride - ever after)

Rest your self, in midst of work,
inside who is Love,
who will (more than demons) lurk
to help from a-bove.
God help me to, in my mirk,
recall that  white dove.
We will (if it stays) not shirk,
we are your hand's glove!

Amen.

He said Jon's heading to speak at a wedding...

God help Jon please
in thinking through,
and then with ease
to speak and do

what will inspire
the newly weds
to keep the fire
of love that sheds

the light of life
upon cold facts
and jobs, and strife;
and helps relax

and rest, then act
with growing power
to make lives smacked
with grace & "Wow!"

Amen.

Story of a ppalling life ... PART TWO

(PART ONE was Wed 25 April 2012)

AND yet, and Yet, and Yeti,

there’s monsters as I go:

my song’s left at the jetty,

the blast is quite a blow!

But friends help on this journey,

sometimes by singing too,

other times  it’s by learning

to be moved, singing blues…

And to know there’s something more

beyond this little life,

like the “new teeth” in a jaw,

their coming, though, brings strife!

God, I’ve often asked of you

for your help when I speak,

& when I act, & think, too.

Now I’m starting to peek…

..at,  & with,  your heart & mind;

I asked what’s good; but weak.

This real-iz-a-tion, I find

helps me, like you, to seek#.

Seeking is a precursor

to thought, & word, & deed;

like placing your screen cursor,

then, you do what you need..

..might need to type, or “delete”,

or “cut & paste”, or “copy”;

which-ever kind of feat,

wrong-placed, will be sloppy.

Seeking will involve Looking,

Listening, and what not;

and recalls Jesus’ hook-in

line “Use the ears you’ve got!”

Oh, I’m heartened by that thought.

If he encouraged it…;

& before he saves, he sought,

I’m on his trail, to wit,

“a seeking trail for what’s loved*”,

& this will show “the hand”

(to be pierce-ed, or gloved)

 of where one’s treasures stand*.

---

A poem on My Life’s Story  (a topic suggested by Jo May.. at the family BBQ break-up Mon 21/Nov/2011) - PART 2
# sent by a friend (PM) via txt on 1 June 2015:

Give thanks to The Lord. 
Let everyone know what He has done.
Seek The Lord and your heart will rejoice.
Seek The Lord and His strength. 
Seek His face evermore.
Remember His marvellous works which He has done. 

   (PM Version of) PSALM 105:1-5    
* Matthew 6:21; Luke 2:19,51; 6:45; 12:34 

sam THE MAN'S knee duz?

(Love doesn't need us, but we need love- to fulfill our destiny of becoming truly human)

ON HIS B-DAY:
hey ... family... love you all lots!
I fell in soccer and i'm pretty sure i've broken my Medial ligament in my knee... please pray that i havn't and that i'd take it well :)

Sam, no disgrace.
We love you too.
God, give your grace,
that's what you do.

Heal Sam's knee joint.
Help him mean-while,
trust you, thus point
to your life-style.