“……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 what is that you say, Brother Greg, about these critters?”


“……and what is that you say, Brother Greg, about these critters?”

Dear Friends, this morning I received such a wonderful email from one of our fellow blogging friends, that I wanted to share it on this post!

Tomorrow, I will be replying from the other side of our critters’ pathway back to Brother Greg (known to many of you as writinggomer!)

Here is  the e-mail:

Hi Rose,

You can do whatever your heart desires with this. This popped into my head last night in the shower!

Just a silly little diddy…


If ever there was a critter, named Jitters

For you see, there really was a critter named Jitters.

Jitters enjoys a good romp and a stomp

Never able to be still, always hustling, busseling, moving along

Jitters climbed and crawled, in and out, over and through

Have you met a critter named Jitters?

He’s quite real you know

Jitters lives with the critters

Critters that live at granbee’s house

Over the river and through the woods

It’s off to granbee’s house we go

Romp and stomp through the woods

Walk and talk down the trail

The trail of the One, the One I say

The critters know the way, Jitters in tow

Off on an adventure, an adventure today

The One, we must praise Him

The One we must follow Him

The critters and Jitters, off on a run

A run in the sun, to see the Son

Do you know Jitters, who follows along side the critters?

Do you know the One

The One they seek

The critters know the way

The most excellent way

Come along on the way, the journey begins for you today

With Jitters and critters, and all manner of folk

To see the One, the only One



Remember, dear friends:  tomorrow a post from the view from the other side of the trail!  Restock your backpacks!

“……and you say we can run FASTER holding onto each other?”


Lenten Journey – Day 43
Biblical Scripture: Hebrews 12:1-3
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk


4-Apr-12: Hebrews 12:1-3

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely,

* and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us,2looking to Jesus the pioneer and perfecter of our faith, who for the sake of* the joy that was set before him endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God.

3 Consider him who endured such hostility against himself from sinners,

* so that you may not grow weary or lose heart.








“……and you say we can run FASTER holding onto each other?”






“Oh, pant, oh rant, oh smattering cant” friends called to each other up the hill.

“Oh, smartee, oh lordee, oh paining in the bootee is weuns,”screeched the questers.

“Oh, hushee ye, saveee ye breathees ye, “called down Big Bluesy Fly in thrill.

“Know ye not, if ye pushees each to’other, ye gets to running faster, ye besters!”

“……and you say THE ONE never gets stained but walks right here?”


Lenten Journey – Day 31
Biblical Scripture: Hebrews 4:14—5:4
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk


23-Mar-12: Hebrews 4:14—5:4

14 Since, then, we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast to our confession.

15 For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who in every respect has been tested as we are, yet without sin.

16 Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need.







“……and you say THE ONE never gets stained but walks right here?”



So did friends, all critters and unfolk alike, climb on and up.

So did all ears and Crookeye and BushNose and clutching hands seek again.

“Heighty-ho, sleightly-mo, on and on we go in dust and bramble to sup.”

“Mighty-wo, fighty-no, on and on we go in root stain and clump drain to strain.”


So did all friends march on under wing of Old Crow and Ugly Bird and Fly.

So did all friends tire and rest and mire and best all bars against their quest.

“Look ye, see ye, there is One all shining and clean pushing you bye and bye”

“What mean ye, Old Caw?” None stays clean here!””Oh , Yes, THE ONE does it best!”

“………….and you say you didn’t know HE was flying above you?”


Lenten Journey – Day 18
Biblical Scripture: Mark 9:2-8
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk



10-Mar-12: Mark 9:2-8


Six days later, Jesus took with him Peter and James and John, and led them up a high mountain apart, by themselves. And he was transfigured before them,

3 and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no one on earth could bleach them.

4 And there appeared to them Elijah with Moses, who were talking with Jesus.

5 Then Peter said to Jesus, “Rabbi, it is good for us to be here; let us make three dwellings, one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah.”

6 He did not know what to say, for they were terrified.

7 Then a cloud overshadowed them, and from the cloud there came a voice, “This is my Son, the Beloved; listen to him!”

8 Suddenly when they looked around, they saw no one with them any more, but only Jesus.






“………….and you say you didn’t know HE was flying above you?”




Once wounded, now bounded and hugged and bugged to be more care-ful, YES!

Old Spottedy Goat lay so contenteddy, so blessedy, in the lap of that healing Stumpy, WHEE!

Littley Ol’ Lamby hopped and skipped all about, never mind any rocks, so much in glee o’er passing a test!

All friends huddling ’round, waiting and stating their joy o’er Spottey, e’en Ol’ Floppy Ears in glee!



With sudden rush of wind and blazing light, e’en unto Glory, all friends fell down on their faces,

All friends grabbed and reached and ne’er unto preached all wonders and visions of HIM on high!

“What means ye so tumbled, mumbled about on ye faces, ye dear critters o’ mine?” cawed Old Crow.

“Why, hush ye cawing, ye old blackey !  Did not not see three on high,come to bless? Oh, my!”






“….and why did you throw that old rag over us?”




Lenten Journey – Day 10
Biblical Scripture: Romans 4:1-12 Open Invitation to Join Terri from
Cloaked Monk


2-Mar-12: Romans 4:1-12

. 6 So also David speaks of the blessedness of those to whom God reckons righteousness apart from works:

7 “Blessed are those whose iniquities are forgiven, and whose sins are covered;

8 blessed is the one against whom the Lord will not reckon sin.”


“….and why did you throw that old rag over us?”



All critters and unfolk slumped and flumped all on the peak

All legs and arms and noses and ears and even Old Crookeye

All folded and rolled and tolled over in moan and bone to seek

All dear earned rest in best friend breasts no more toned to cry


“Hey, what ho, what hey?  What smothers and covers our many colors?”

“Hey, what now, what bow did drop this one cover over us?”

“Rest now, peace now, sweet now of new found right with no dolors”

“Rest now, peace now, sweet now,” did chirrup winged ones in shush.




Each one holding the other all angles

wondering in circles out of the bog

Each one minding not wanting for more tangles

Not wanting for headed oil slidden as  log.

Now though these friends made to lie in green

no more wanting for rocks and horse and berried table

Now left to beaking vulture and scorning mien

no more cupping still waters beside tripping cable.

Then did friends cross arm and leg and ear and nose  to rely

For succour of heart to bide and hide the eyed rod

Then did cloak with healing stripes of myrrh thereby

For resting in bone desired spilling guarding nod.

Soon GreyHorse circled the friends with staffing care

no more forsaking close treading besiding still

Soon sighing and byeing in sleep to tear

no more dreams from each heart softing in thrill.

Now shadows of old hopen smoothed the heads

for soon shadows trading in want would crawl

Now curls of legs and toes and twigs in beds

for rest in folding holding unseamed shawl.

GreyHorse smelled the dawn of day untold

when menlings and swordlings would cut the cords

GreyHorse knew had once led in peace unsold

when yet lambs by ewes were made lords.

Dreaming these friends moldered the paths

that morn crouching to show

Dreaming in flops so snuffled the olden lathes

that shape the morrow in glow.

Stumbling and stretching and blowing and yawning

new day to greet in mind of old vow

Scratching and squinting unseamed dawning

new way to scratch ever East ever bent in bow.

Leaning on shadows molded to hold

now toe, now hoof, now claw, now shoe

Leaning on shadows shaping to scold

now fallen, now risen, now holden to rue.

Leaning on shadows bearing arm and staff and shield

against side of GreyHorse straining to lighten

Leaning hearts in the rising light enflaming field

against side of GreyHorse stretchin’ not bitin’

Leaning grass blades no meal for to yield

against belly of GreyHorse sworn for sightin’

Leaning hills in sands no stories dealed

against hoof and tail and flank of GreyHorse bestridin’

     On and on did dear friends toil ever East ever least ever beast never feast ever foil gainst broken tale of menlings fore fruited turn, down to the age yet to come.




Old hens and converted weasels, dear;

Blue,blue dragonflies decorating spotted goat, mere;

False striped ones caught in barbed wire, dire;

Mousey hearing aided repenting liar;

Swawking crow of rooster waking dovey bier;

Crowing nightingale singing black winged trier!

Such a great crowd of witnesses leaving their mirrors

Behind in the alleys, dropped beside unknown gates;

Blind and crosseyed and deaf and bushy nosed in shivers

Behind a town left in the west because star shone on pates;

Joining we expected role players sweating fear in rivers

Beckoned by skipped ropes left by shepherds crooked of traits!

We all winding and unwinding and tripping and skipping

Along behind a now found Littly Lamb, patted by Babe tripping

Of heart in love-light of young mothery eyes ripping

The very heart from innkeeper’s rules, no wine for nipping

The cold from the morn of  First Day of New Life tipping

Off our prophecy from high perch over biggy froggy head clipping!

Oh, we all no more looking at ourselves, marching ourselves eastward

Climbing ourselves eastward cracking eggs laid forgotten

Oh, we all snagging each to each in ro-bed,hi-ded long boastward

Snaking our  trails round rock and thorn under Star begotten

Fore basement of world ever laid genesing record coastward

Making our tracks in midst of robbers cutthroats to trotten.

We all friends tied in cords woven from missing parts, we unfolk

We critters in bond to render the go tell mission inyoke

We all friends leaving bystanding alleyfolk for fields to poke

We leftoffparts from smooth paths to fall on rock’s stroke

We critters and unwound twitters seared by smoke

We campers in stable left weaving up in star-toke.

We friends stumbling and clinging and crying and singing

On to the East gone from the West now parched and empty

We friends now thrummed by stamp,by rumored hoofs ringing

Out from the East gone from thrones long done with skimmed tea

We friends clutching tales for hope in stumbling stinging

We friends of nettles and bones and cold caves in the lea.

“How bear we this load of lost but not  lost?

“How dare we this go telling, go seeking, go meeting

“How High Kings bearing bounty of whole nations’ cost

“How dare we, care we, swear we this oath of treating

“How lands we cannot see but must only BE, only tossed

                                                                                                                                                                   “How peaceward, how lightward, how blessward good news feeting?”







Ears and eyes and taproots and wooly tails,

claws and toes and staffs and shiny scales,

crawling and skittering and skipping and leaping,

scattering all over to proclaim love new reaping.

Unbounded hearts, unbounded parts making a whole

new band of followers and finders in a new role,

each clutching the other, each searching who to tell

out there, back there, over there in all Bethlehem’s ways.

Bumping into grumping shopkeeper,

slumping into dumping stall reaper,

tripping over soldier gear left at door,

skipping over kitchen slops slung in pour.

Friends now in single-minded mission mild

To beam out into all around the love from that Child

His nod, His commissioning smile, His go-and-tell eyes,

                                                                                                                                                                        To jiggle and jostle and wiggle and wostle His love to the skies.


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