“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!” (Part One)


 

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!”

“Hey, You!  What you meansies, all stompsies my juicy buggsies?”

spit out Old Turtley, thirsting all along on many turns and twists of trail,

blaming Spottedy Goat for all this thirsting cause of planted truggsies

Dear Goatie must perform to keep Friend Riders on board, hearty and hail.

 

 

 

“Hey ye ol’ Spotted One, what for you blew so hard on me tender wings,”

whined Ugly Bird flapping just above Dear Goatie’s nose to cool her feathers,

seeking cooling from hot desert mountain swirls as she swings and sings,

yet caring not bout Spottedy’s labors to bear up friends in these weathers.

 

 

“Whist you flappsies that stinking ol’ tail mongst all our faces?”

cried Littley Lamb and Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog toddling so close

behind Dear Goatie for fear of fallin’ behind and fear of slidin’ in traces

of ol’ rock slides yet blamin’ Dear Goatie for his own goatie-ness of pose.

 

 

All this while a jewel-shelled terrapin watched and blinked around the bend.

All this while a dear little rainbow-patched terrapin did blink and think.

All this while the multi-toned terrapin began to pull into shell in a trend

Needed to look inward, to ponder under which stoney word Spottedy would sink.

 

 

 

Dear followers and friends, please ponder and wonder what action Spottedy will next take! 

                What would you do?

                What should Friends do?

Stay tuned for Part Two of the healing that comes with terrapin therapy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 ”…..and you did say not to talk?”


 

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Lenten Journey – Day 11
Biblical Scripture: Mark 8:27-30
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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3-Mar-12: Mark 8:27-30

27 Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked his disciples,

“Who do people say that I am?” 28 And they answered him, “John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.”

29 He asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Messiah.” 30 And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.

 

 

“…..and you did say not to talk?”

 

 

All splayed and stretched upon the sands and rocks of that peak

Our friends did lie in stuporous amaze at the messages of the wings and light

All tumbled out of used-to-bes and could-have-beens confusing these meek.

All friends knew their Maker breathed on the wings and through the light so bright.

 

“Just one more note, one more whisper, oh dear friends,” sang Ugly Bird with Crow.

“Just one last piercing of your hearts at rest, “whispered Bluesdy-Whoosy Dragonfly.

“Take care to pass this word of Him, this sight of Him, to not a single bug or beau.”

“Take care to feed your joy in silence, in waiting, in ponder of Him with holy sigh.”

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