“……and The One stopped on His Death-Road to HEAL someone?”

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Lenten Journey – Day 39
Biblical Scripture: Mark 10:32-34, 46-52
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31-Mar-12: Mark 10:32-34, 46-52

 

32 They were on the road, going up to Jerusalem, and Jesus was walking ahead of them; they were amazed, and those who followed were afraid. He took the twelve aside again and began to tell them what was to happen to him, 33 saying, “See, we are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be handed over to the chief priests and the scribes, and they will condemn him to death; then they will hand him over to the Gentiles; 34 they will mock him, and spit upon him, and flog him, and kill him; and after three days he will rise again.”

46 They came to Jericho. As he and his disciples and a large crowd were leaving Jericho, Bartimaeus son of Timaeus, a blind beggar, was sitting by the roadside. 47 When heheard that it was Jesus of Nazareth, he began to shout out and say, “Jesus, Son of David, have mercy on me!” 48 Many sternly ordered him to be quiet, but he cried out even more loudly, “Son of David, have mercy on me!” 49 Jesus stood still and said, “Call him here.” And they called the blind man, saying to him, “Take heart; get up, he is calling you.” 50 So throwing off his cloak, he sprang up and came to Jesus. 51 Then Jesus said to him, “What do you want me to do for you?” The blind man said to him, “My teacher, let me see again.” 52 Jesus said to him, “Go; your faith has made you well.” Immediately he regained his sight and followed him on the way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and The One stopped on His Death-Road to HEAL someone?”

 

 

 

 

So the friends hummed and bummed along in such altogether joy.

So the friends summed up all the love and light gathered along the way.

So the critters and unfolk and newly-joined ragged one all fee like the boy

Who flapped his ears and hugged his donkey and tugged no more to stray.

 

 

“Oh, ye ragged one, ye taggedy-splaggedy one, how ye be strong so long?”

Did one friend, then t’other seek to know of new friend so ragged, so happy.

“Oh,”cried down Crow and Bird and Fly,”did ye miss The One, all strong,

“Stopping in His Death Road to heal and love these rags back to clappy?”

“…and you say folks long ago saw this much light?”

 

 

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Lenten Journey – Day 12
Biblical Scripture: Romans 4:13-25
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4-Mar-12: Romans 4:13-25

13 For the promise that he would inherit the world did not come to Abraham or to his descendants through the law but through the righteousness of faith.

14 If it is the adherents of the law who are to be the heirs, faith is null and the promise is void.

15 For the law brings wrath; but where there is no law, neither is there violation.

23 Now the words, “it was reckoned to him,” were written not for his sake alone,

24 but for ours also. It will be reckoned to us who believe in him who raised Jesus our Lord from the dead,

25 who was handed over to death for our trespasses and was raised for our justification.

 

 

 

 

“…and now you say folks long ago saw this much light and were this much blessed?”

 

 

 

All lying so very stilly, so very thrilly, so very filled with ease and grace,

All hearing and smelling and seeing and feeling and tasting the wonder of peace,

‘Til just hush and rush and push of tiny airs from wings in place,

‘Til just wonder and awe and mystery and joy and love filled every mindful crease.

 

 

“Hark ye, hark now, hark thou, oh blessed critters and folks in glow;

“Hark well, mark well, remember all from days long ago,

“Hold close, hold most, hold all these things in hearts to stow.”

Did tiny whispering airs swirl round in tell of inheriting when high and when low.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“…and I thought you were plotting against me!”

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Lenten Journey – Day 7
Biblical Scripture: 1 Peter 3:8-18
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28-Feb-12: 1 Peter 3:8-18a

8 Finally, all of you, have unity of spirit, sympathy, love for one another, a tender heart, and a humble mind.

9 Do not repay evil for evil or abuse for abuse; but, on the contrary, repay with a blessing. It is for this that you were called—that you might inherit a blessing.

 

 

“….and I thought you and Ugly Bird and Old Crow were mad at me!”

 

Trampling and grampling and nibbling and scribbling off in the rocks

Spotted Goat snortling and courtling the taggly ends of our crew

Wiggling eye under knotty forehead uppsy-downsy-allaroundsy pocks

Spotted Goat all trembley-bimbley under wings upahead in chatter much ado.

 

“Come up here, come up front, come up to brighter light,”cawed Old Crow.

“Come up now, come up thou, come up to bow in light,” chirped Ugly Bird.

“Come see, come saw, come bee, come baw in all glow,” whistled Dragonfly.

“OH!OH! OH!  You are not mad at my horns, my stink, my jaw? OH,JOY!” leaped Spotted Goat.

Little Lost Lamb Found a Shortcut

 

 

LOST LAMB AND HIS SHORTCUT

 

“Oh, all my brothers and sisters are sleeping so good.

“Now I can slip away to those tender shoots

“for Mother a special surprise of a special sweet bud,

Found I with many a pawing in my muddy boots.”

 

Thus did Littly Lamb plan and prance away in the night,

Smiling with lovelit eyes as he nibbled his surprise

Nodding his curly head as he skipped with new might

Away towards Family Sheeply holding this green prize.

 

Littly Lamb hopped around the last big rock so bright

Now with sweeping new lights showing the way,

Now with sudden new sweep of singing wind’s kite,

Litttly Lamb blinked away a wing bright as day.

 

“What sweeps past me, feathering my path,

So bright, so shining, yet soft does it glow?”

“What path does it show with sweeping lathe

Of carving song, molding chords, sweeping bow?”

 

Littly Lamb saw no Mother, no brother, no sister,

no guardians at hillside once folding the flock,

Littly Lamb heard only sighings, saw far mister

softening the bleatings, echoed far rock.

 

“Oh, I must bring tenders to Mother, must follow;”

“Oh, must follow, must find again by another path,”

did Littly Lamb pant to himself scrambling in hollow;

did Littly Lamb tumble to scramble most in wrath.

 

Then did Littly Lamb blink in blindness a fall of feathers.

Then did Littly Lamb tumble down a strange craig,

rolling and winding and landing far down by leathers,

Collars draped down by his own guard’s leg.

 

“Oh, where are we, Master, where are we, Mother?”

did Littly Lamb squeak as he shook off the fallen.

“Oh, what is that hay smell, that bay smell by Brother?

“Oh, what is that glow bright, that windsong callin’?”

 

Oh, Littly Lamb, with so much love crooning in heart;

Oh, Littly Lamb, with so much wonder blinking your eye;

Oh, Little Lamb, with so much life waiting to dart;

Oh, Little Lamb, behold so much peace from on high.

 

For, Littly Lamb, in the City of David near your fields

Now lies a Little One born to touch all souls

Now lies a Little One born to walk all rocky yields

Now lies a Little One born to gift His Mother tolls.

 

Oh, Littly Lamb, step near, watch near the night away;

Oh, Littly Lamb, lie down the hay for peace and joy;

Oh, Littly Lamb, for you under angels’ wings’ dismay

did hold tight tender greeny gift for Jesus Boy.

 

 

 

 
 

 

FIFTH WEEK SATURDAY: CELEBRATING COMMUNITY

New sense of community:

Most prized gift in the now

Reflecting light back into the

Dark corners of the

Once and buried rhythms

Now dancing on top

Of their own graves

 

Community of sparks

Community of breaths

Community of  uplifted hand

To write on the pages of today

While tenderly turning over

The crackling and fading

Pages of yesterdays

Now gleaming under the new joy

Of community

 

 

Don’t we all remember “United we stand, divided we fall” and “We will overcome” and “We, the people” and “Yes, we can”?

While I have been practicing these principles; indeed, standing at many rope lines in the rain for these principles(among many other practices over the years), only in the past six weeks have I been truly a part of a community of writers.  To one and all who participate in this great writing quest with me, I say “I love you guys!”