“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and we received healing as we heard the berry pickers far away!”

 

 

 

 

As Cuddles and Jitters patted and tapped on Spottedy chest

And the old goat began to breath easy under such touchy blessings

Ministering friends and healing Goat all heard humming in crest

O’er the near hills twixt healing bed and dark pits of dire stressings.

 

 

“What ye hear?  what dat humming?  So far, yet so near!”

Did Spottedy and healers all whispery-whistle as one.

“Shush, shush, dis hummin’ pours wellness into my bier,”

Did Spottedy caution healing friends in smiling tone.

 

 

“Ah, ah, now I haves it!” did spark up Jitters as he danced.

“Now I smell the drift of berry juice all drippin’ in the hums!”

“Dose foragin’ friends under Old Crow has founds foods so scanced!”

Thus did small smells and hums bring new hope to these tums.

 

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“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”


“……and now we go separate ways for separate duties!”

 

 

 

 

So, friends needing healing, friends needing feedings–

And friends needing new set of directions to the next bright spot

Did now divide themselves quite by nature into three leadings:

One group to nurse Spottedy,one to find food, one to find new map dot.

 

 

 

 

So scouting group formed by blend of Flop-Eared Boy and Donkey to hear

Both to lead in listening for water, for sounds of sizzling light to guide their parade,

For sounds of new friends in aide, for those working to bring grains to bear

These friends more strongly on their way, for sounds of forces forbade.

 

 

 

 

So quick food foraging group was already behind Old Crookeye, Old Dog;

To see better, to reach out with scoping and sniffing nearby ready eats

Bringing Mistress Mouse up from the rear to twitch out crumbs from clog

Bringing Littley Lamb to nose out tender shootlings from byways as treats.

 

 

 

 

So tender ministering toes and Bushy Palms and blinking and twinking

Did Croaker and Terrapin, Cuddles and Jiggles, Old Stump Woman and Fuzzy Worm

Bring to seep healing and love into Old Spottedy’ heart and soul, once sinking

Sung to blissful rest by Ugly Bird and overflown with cooling by Old Crow o’er the berm.

“……but I’m not GOOD enough!”


 

 

 

 

“……but I’m not GOOD enough for that High Room!”

“I not good enough,clean enough for goin’

into that High Room of Light,” moaned one critter,

that Flop-Eared Donkey, brayin’ in sad groanin’

in the Wind of Disgust of mind in fear so bitter.

 

 

 

Flop-Eared Boy ran to cry on Donkey’s neck:

“You beez mah fweenz, youz carry mah load!”

“Waitsee,waitsee,” spouted Big Croakie on deck.

“Dat beastie kicked me down no bettr’n a toad!”

 

 

 

So Boy pulled one donkey ear to lead up to Room;

But Croakie hopped on other ear to smash back down:

“He’uns no go in High Room of Light wid ME!”did boom

Out Old Croakie in great frantic hoppin’ under mean frown.

 

 

 

“Then ye can just hop right on out with Snarlies and Growlies,”

pointed all friends in winding chorus blowing up to high shelf.

“Oh,me, oh my, oh bye-bye,” Croakie wept deep in his bowelies.

“Oh, I sees now I give not to Donkey what I’se wants for Self.”

 

 

 

“Oh, please, please, O thou dear cloud o’ witnesses so clean:

“I is beggin’ just one-toe-room in low,low corner of High Space.”

Then did Flop-Eared Donkey step right up smartly to keen:

“Oh, now ’tis I who begs dis Croakie to be forgivin’ me w’out trace.”

 

 

 

Then didst Littley Lamb whisper up to Old Crow:

“Let Rainbow Fly gleam on Donkey and Frog alike,

“Flap them both right quick, quick up and up in tow

“Right straight into High Room free from all strike.”

“……and we so hungry now are full”


 

“……and we so hungry now are full”

Comes Spottedy Goat and Littley Lamb, so draggely

in finding through singing and dancing all friends in far

distances ne’er foreseen ‘fore meetin’ th’ Babe so spraggley

tellin’ of questin’ and Light-n’ing for to seek without bar.

 

 

Comes Old Crookeye and Sheepsey Dog and Croakey

all stumbly and bumbly and hoppey and boppey to enter New Way

Comes Turtley and FloppyEared boy and donkey so stokey

with strange airs and spare dews and scarce grains for the day.

 

 

“Aye, aye, ye critters and unfolk,ye brothers and sisters so rare:

“Now be ye hunger so, thirst so for right true-blue berry and fruit,”

Crooned down Ol’ Crow from above New Trailin’ Way so fair.

“Now ye needs put eye and nose and ear to findin’ food w’out soot.”

 

 

“Oh, oh, dear Crow and Ugly Bird, we’uns so weak, so starved a’fore New Way,”

groaned all critterly friends in floppin’ and boppin’ and stoppin’ on path.

“Oh,  no, my no, all ye wingedy ones up high point to no food, no tray

of feedin’ such seekin’ groundlings just as we come to True Way in bath.”

 

 

For, lo, the critters did lay all about on high rocks o’er falls so pure and clear

Yet showing no vines or trees, neither fruit nor nut nor crust of ol’ fish.

“Oh, oh, woe, woe we bee’uns w’out food for bodies all stretched to get here;

“Oh, weesie beesie all knackered and knockered w’out hope of a dish.”

 

 

“Wait, wait, halt, halt, ye moanin’ groanin’ critters down there,”did call Ol’ Crow.

“Spot ye now, squint ye now, hear ye now, yon Bluesey divin’ in rushin’ river.

“Stand tall, ye now blessed critters, for ye soon be feed with Livin’ Bread down low.

“Stretch out ye hands and touch a New Bluesey, Now Rainbow Fly, w’ promisen quiver.”

 

 

 

“……and Jitters did WHAT for that little injured girl?”


 

 

 

 

“……and Jitters did WHAT for the abused girl we found?”

 

 

So friends in circling love laved herbs and oils on battered child.

So critters in crooning bowing eased twinight’s falling shades.

So all questers ne’er doubted the Light would wait e’er so mild.

So blessings and healings and hummings covered all in glades.

 

“What, what? Hark, hark!  Bark, bark! So snark a jumper enters here,”

cried all friends at once as new dancer, new prancer, Mr. Jitters did come.

“Me, Mr. Jitters, me flips and trips all ’bout ye healin’,come to wipe tear

of bashin’ from this dear girlie eye wid me dancin’ and me totin’ like a bum.”

 

So Mr. Jitters did swing, so sweet, dear girl to broad shoulder of mercy.

So all friends did gasp and swoon and fall to praying knee at such a jest,

Yet jest bearing light of fresh-born hope to face born by such nursey,

Such new hope face alight in swinging by Jitters,all bouncing blessed.

 

 

“……and suddenly we heard singing!”


 

 

 

“……and suddenly we heard singing!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, now, dear friends and fellow travelers, we watch,we swatch,

Sturdy loving critterly folk make their rugged way o’er water and rock

Ever looking up, ever guided by the Winged Ones, in quest so splotch

With bramble and thorn and glitter and song of wind with heart to stock.

Let us now hold back and listen so still in thrill at climb up a notch

In trail under Wing and Bill shone next ray of Light none could mock.

 

 

“Be quietsy, ye ol’ Stumpy Woman, no snortsing of Bush Nose do make;

“For weuns do stretch heartstring to hear sweetsie note by yon lake:”

Thus did friends and critters all did rest with all steps did forsake

To listen and watch and stretch their souls out to veriest edge of calm take.

 

 

Toes whispering in the grass,

Fingers whispering the honeysuckle

Tongue whispering in the ice,

Lips whispering in the search.

 

 

Windy sun chasing joy;

Tossing branches weaving birds.

Purple perfume smoothing steps;

Dewdropping grasses washing minds.

 

 

Chirping birds, chipping old stump.

Rustling grasses, flaking old skin.

Floating petals, drying bloom edges.

 

 

“The least, the least!” cried Old Crow.

“Ne’er forget the least,” scraped Grasshopper.

She pondered, “All these berries be enough?”

 

 

And so did friends find battered Lil Child

‘neath a poking bramble, near to fainting

And so did friends lift up bleeding Lil Child

bringing saved one to healing juice in painting.

 

 

 

 

 

WEAR YOUR OWN STRIPES


 

 

The Day the Stripes Crossed Over

 

Little Worm and Pesky Bug packed up for a jaunt

towards a full day’s dawdle

Waved off by Mutter Owl and Nuttery Squirrel

only too glad for respite to pawdle

 

Wormy wriggles and buggy piddles soon led both

to brightening perches over the river

Where wormy round and buggy feat allowed to lean

in viewing such blurrs as to quiver:

 

“What? no bold lines around me. What? no dark stripes?”

each strained in vein remark on such dim markers.

“Why such dim outlines, such disappointing pipes?”

each sliding away from such marks as markers.

 

On in their day of dawdle scoffed Wormy and Buggy,

“We see bold bands, bright markers, yes glinting stripes

on Big Brother Snakey and Loud Lord Beebuggy”

On in their dawdle day to doodle lunch under pipes.

 

“Oh, see there, see there old skin of Snakey!

“Oh, see there, see there torn wing of Beezy!”

“We puts them on, we boldsy-swellsy intrachey”

“Oh, moany-groany, Mutter Owl calls teasey!”

 

So at dying light Owlsie and Snouty Palsie

ruffle and stuffle and shuffle

while flipping and flapping almost palsy

in sad mistaken mismarked meal, no truffle.

 

Now the nightingale sings to her love

“No stripes but your own

“Never wear from above

“The mark not given from your own bone.”

STRINGS LEADING THE DANCE


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DANCING IN KNOTTED STRINGS

Once we knew how to tie all the knots

in the book that made us scouts

Once we knew how to buy all the pots

needed to mark our clattering routs

 

We knew it all and then forgot

and then untied from finger to heart

We knew we would not need to trot

marked by knotted strings to part

 

We knew we wanted a new dance

not needing any winding strings

We knew we thought we could prance

not needing all the knotted re-pings

 

We knew we thought we knew

We knew we thought we knew

We thought we knew dance new

We thought we knew you new

We thought we knew me new

We thought we knew string new

We thought we knew knot new

 

We thought we knew until we knew not

We thought we knew thought not

We thought we knew no string knot

We thought we knew no dance knot

Then, and then, and then, we knew:

 

No strings to lead the dance

Then, and then, and then, we knew:

No knots to chord our prance.

 

THOUGHT FOR THIS FRIDAY OF OUR CONNECTED LIVES:

DO NOT CUT YOUR LIFELINES!  YOU WILL ENTER

THE DANCE OF LIFE  DISCONNECTED FROM YOURSELF!

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