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.

SAM-THE-MAN'S done 21!

Righteo, strap yourselves in,

-21 verses* da come-

I don’t know how long you’ve bin,

SAM THE MAN’s done “twenty one”

(years that is, lived on this earth)!

Life has start-ed and begun

even though he’s still “pre-birth”.

“Pre-birth?”, you say, “..I don’t see..”,

stubble’s there upon his chin,

he looks big enough to me,

that no womb could hold him in.

When he used to live inside,

hidden in his mummy’s tum;

his father didn’t specially hide,

Sam was too fragile to come.

Sometimes he might hear a boom,

letting him know who he’d meet

when he came out of that womb-

to grow up to walk the street.

Dad saw him, before Sam could,

on that ultra-sound-y thing,

and he thought it would be good

to see Sam with less between.

Sam’s Dad didn’t push too much

to get Sam out, to breathe air,

even though then they could touch,

that would not have been quite “fair”..

“fair” is not prob’ly the word,

(when Sam was a little boy,

he was very fair, I’ve heard,

-hair a “cockatoo of joy”!)

more the thought is: “times weren’t right”

to bring him out much before

his birthday date, else tonight

would be too late, and what’s more,

he might not have been ready

to come out, and to have cried,

if we had not kept steady

and then had prodded and pried.

On the day Sam’s body changed

there in Cowra hospital;

blood system was re-arranged,

lungs and gut started to fill,

and he joined this bigger world

with more pain, though pleasure too.

Flag hoisted, to be unfurled

as he passed life’s stages through.

Like THE MAN - The Human One

who was born here just like Sam

and handled the pain & fun

of this world, and learnt to stand..

..stand for what is good and true

on his two feet, and with friends.

Then just hang around to do

what is needful for good ends.

Sam, your hero is mine too!

And your life’s a parable.

I am seeing him in you,

though he’s incomparable!

Since your Papa in heaven,

who’s been helping me advance,

put Life in you like leaven,

not just mine, you're Sam, THE MAN's

*that’s 21 verses of 21 sylables - originally 15 verses of 28 sylables with one verse of 21 sylables at the start.

Courage, Heart & Hope...

The Lord has given me courage and has strengthened my heart, for my hope is in Him. Psalm 31:24 (PM Version)

Oh God, our strength,
and our courage too;
we now know, at length,
that all good's from YOU.

True wisdom, core-love,
has come down from you,
is sourced from above,
whatever is true

what-ever's noble,
right, pure, & lovely,
real good, with no "bull",
like you, we're thinking*.

From two who are small,
or  little,  they  say
the meaning of Paul
is  that!  We're   a way!

*an old letter, in ancient Common Greek, from another Paul to some people who lived in the Macedonian town of Philippi, in the First Century, who were (like these 2 Pauls) enlisted as Jesus followers, talks about some of these issues, in ways that have helped form this Paul's way of thinking: Philippians.

Moving2stay! - List'ning2say!- Learning2pray!

Revisiting this old post
helped me follow Holy Ghost;
listening to, & too looking
at that herald who did bring
to "life", what was only dream
before, now hope brings it's sheen.
Since I heard those stories which
used of him, started an itch
an itch which brought un-comfort,
and helped high-light change which ought
have revolted me from my
false leader who'd rather die
taking me with him if I
won't make him my Lord and God.
What a sad & sorry sod!
Sod of soil and dust of earth;
which is where I've had my birth!
But like caterpillar grubs,
destined to sip nectar tubs
escorting in higher room;
I will now go to my tomb,
'til you do your new magic,
seen in him, who seemed tragic*!

* as for example clearly seen by Oscar Wilde in De Profundus (short URL: https://goo.gl/gcU2MS)