To get back into writing as a habit for my creative /expressive needs and to prepare to resume my children's writing course.
Sunday, 25 September 2016
remembering to rest
and to let ground lie fallow in readiness of newness of life
soil that is seething with anger
has no nutrition then it can release
like mustard gas and other poisons
it contaminates right down the line
needs must seek nutrition nand sunlight
and the touch of the life giving vine
de vine
divine is the spring tide
the word filled with love yes and sometimes remorse
offering mercy and parent affection
in the face of the devil's serpent whispers
'divorce'
lie fallow let time n tide do the healing
but not just time but God's healing unifying
humbling and extravagant love
I feared the cul de sac of
false comfort zones of complacent conclusions
yet disintegration
of too many choice
b
turns good soil into a potter's field
of broken homes
broken prams
broken children
where Judas lies surrounded by coins
and dinosaur bones of confusion
drunken Noah's picking his teeth of the harvest
as he feasts on the raven and dove
we need to listen once more to the father and the mother of wisdom of life
lie fallow awhile in the chrysalis
there's no hurry to make her my wife
i shall tenderness
and to myself more compassion
no broken fool
who a Samaritan
needs then to spend his/her last dime
God will water my mind with the wisdom of enoughness
showing me resources I still need to share
finding all of the things
I still have to give then and to give it
with joy and not at a whipping boy whim
I am God's and Holy Spirit
in the sky
I'm a little dog who laughs
as he watches all the cows
as they seek to jump
over their bad rising moons
at dish he is longing to spoon.
Lord thank you right here on my doorstep you bring laughter and humour and light
I have seen mighty prayer of forgiveness as
people fallow are drawn back up to live and to fight
but the fight is not one of bullying
nor insidious aggression
everyone's trying to do of their best
if i am quiet its to help others come forward
even hound dogs an old urban spacemen
must know when tis time that they gave it a rest
asking who if any were they so trying to impress
my main admiration for all of our leaders is when
they seek out core values and fresh manna in songs
someday we'll all climb in the boat and go
fishing for men on the shoreline
and my friend Simon sez
will pray in the breezes
the wonderful rose that got trampled
and then Jesus himself will walk with us all out on the water
and the names of those we had had lost we'll remember
and the circle will no longer be broken
and its true daddy sang bass
and all the little children with mummy were happy well fed on the loaves and the fishes
water turned wine
and we all sang along.
amen
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