“……..and you say we are now BROTHERS and SISTERS, no matter our fur or skin?”


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Lenten Journey – Day 24
Biblical Scripture: Ephesians 1:7-14
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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16-Mar-12: Ephesians 1:7-14

7 In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace

8 that he lavished on us. With all wisdom and insight

9 he has made known to us the mystery of his will, according to his good pleasure that he set forth in Christ,

10 as a plan for the fullness of time, to gather up all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.

 

 

 

 

“……..and you say we are now BROTHERS and SISTERS, no matter our fur or skin?”

 

 

 

 

“So now we go on?  Now we climb up again to all those many lights?”

So did all friends, all critters, all folksey-wolkseys quire of Old Crow.

“Oh, thou creeping crawlers and stompy marchers, first take some bites.”

So did Old Crow with Ugly Bird squawk down at friends below.

 

“Yes, help your brothers, help your sisters, gather and snip berried seeds.”

“What, what mean ye, Old Cawkers?  We all furry-skurry so different, ye know!”

“What, what mean ye, High Squawkers?  We not kin, we not kin in creeds!”

“Yes, yes, oh tawky-mawky ones!  Ye be all kin by sign of Babe,washing of light-bow!”

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“…….and you said I would be thrown out!”


 

 

“……….and you told me the others would throw me out!”

 

 

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Lenten Journey – Day 4
Biblical Scripture: Matthew 9:2-13
Open Invitation to Join Terri from
Cloaked Monk
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25-Feb-12: Matthew 9:2-13, focusing on verses 10-12.

10 And as he sat at dinner in the house, many tax collectors and sinners came and were sitting with him and his disciples. 11 When the Pharisees saw this, they said to his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?” 12 But when he heard this, he said, “Those who are well have no need of a physician, but those who are sick. 13 Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’ For I have come to call not the righteous but sinners.”

 

 

Oh, now croaky, so folky in pokey timidey hopsies

Oh, now, Lowly Croaky, once Big Croakey, peeks at top

Oh, now on top, once in ditch, picked up by camel popsies

Oh, now, frog legs and darting tongue seek out more to cop.

 

“How can I be here, how can I be amongst you, oh friends?”

“Did I not brag and stick out my tongue and give you warts?

“Oh, the Babe and then the kings told us with you to blends.”

“Oh, the Light  now blazing out your froggy eyes will from you no more parts!”

CRITTERS FROM THE WEST, CRITTERS FROM THE EAST


 

EAST AND WEST MEET ON SIX LEGS

 

 

Littly Lamb bumping hooves over stones

Catching cracked toe on tumbled old bone

Jostled shell unexpected old Turtle in tones

Reminding  hungry Littly and Turtley of scone

The Crookeye Shepherd got from the milkmaid in pones.

So weak now the friends edge to another gate

Soon cathing up with FlopEars bending back to a tune

So low and sweet from unknown strait

Flipping critter hearts with cooing croon

So long had Dovey perched on balding pate

Soon shining in early light holding saucy spoon

Now strong from care from unknown keepers

Friends passed through the strange gate that was no more

Now solid stone blocking retreat so no more weepers

Friends could spare for facing morning sun galore

Now critters and folk saw only one trail for leapers

Friends in faith joined by memory of go-tell Babe for more

Oh, east wind, oh rising sun, oh blowing sands did meet

These friends so bound by call to go-tell,go swell

Oh world unknowing of groaning girl and groaning street

These friends had crept along in halting pell mell

Oh alleys and stones and corners and scattering meets

Thse friends so oddly matched yet perfect in Go, Tell!

Now most strange starsong from off blind hills

Swelled all around these friends drawing them on

Now most strange starsong told of humping clumping thrills

Swelled most windy chorus swept from croaking tone

Now most strange to friends o’er blown by Croaker skills

Swelled in knowing hum was knowing of Catty now winged clone.

“Oh, what means those croaks with humpy crowned sixlegged kings?”

Friends flopped and stamped and crooky eyed did inquire.

“Oh, what means following singing star, rushing chorus rings?”

“Friends, oh friends, how meet, how tell such beasty squire?”

Oh, how go, how tell, how love-swell so unknown things?”

                                   Friends stumbled on, friends pushed by Babe in bier.

 

CRITTERS, UNFOLK, EXPECTED ONES DRINK TOGETHER


DRINKING AT THE DOWNSPOUT

Little Lost Lamb

Cock-Eyed Sheepdog

Nightingale Teacher

Singing Crow

Crowing Rooster

Crooning Dove

Fluttering Dragonfly

Spotted Goad

Old Hen

Young Weasel

Flop-Eared Boy

Flop-Eared Donkey

Stump Woman

Crook-Eyed Shepherd

Bullfrog

Caterpillar

Big-Nosed Shrub Girl

Young Mother-Girl

RushingAngels

Shattering Stars

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All unexpected critters and sort-of folks

Trailing into Bethlehem’s Back Gate

All joined so all can hear and see and feel and smell

All teaching and reaching together for this gate

All stretching towards the stall

Trailing into Bethlehem now so dry

All holding up each to each so in thrall

Trailing each a single sense of about to be glory

All holding up each to find drops of spirit fill,

All now gleaming through cracks in animal house,

As first come sheep, before come cattle, now come donkey,

Trail around a filling trough to never thirst again,

But no room for outside critters, no room for not-quite folk,

All now sliding down in weak adore of Light within,

But no spot for thirsting after righteousness,

All now pushed under old fallen roof joint,

All now falling under shattering starlight and crushing angle wings

Brushing the dews of morning down the joint spout

Draining the angel cloud weeps down into waiting throats,

Soaking the deep places inside the hearts in that corner,

Watering the life forces in each, to each, with each,

To loosen the tongues to tell the words in other far corners:

“Christ the New Born King is Come This Day

For to Love Us All, Bless Us All, Each and Every

Critter Unspected, each and every OutsideFolk Unspected.”

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So all the expected ones and the unexpected and incomplete ones joined as one before

The Babe with  Young Girl Mother, all still with waiting and still waiting

The weary world to come and find, to come and give, to come and wait, wait, wait.

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