“……this high clean place is only a way station, you know!”

“……this high clean place is only a way station, you know!”

 

Back in scratchy corner did Old Croakie wink and sigh,

“Now I rest, now I soak up peace, now I be all new.”

“Not so snappy, Mr. Hoppy,” swirled a whisper by and by

Out of steeplely cone of dust pushed askew.

 

 

“This here jest be rest-stop, jest be station on the way

“on the path yon critterly questers do pursue.

“When yon friends on journey get filled with Light-ray,

“They be called out to high rocky places and lowly slew.”

 

 

So smoked on dusty voice, “Ye be hoppin’ with critters,

“For they love you and need you and call you along!”

“What be this voice under dust?”gulped Croakey in jitters.

“This dusty voice is Time before Time:  Eternal Song.”

 

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“……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 you say all dirt is washed away?”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Lenten Journey – Day 23
Biblical Scripture: Ephesians 1:3-6
Open Invitation to Join Terri from
Cloaked Monk

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15-Mar-12: Ephesians 1:3-6

3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places,

4 just as he chose us in Christ before the foundation of the world to be holy and blameless before him in love.

5 He destined us for adoption as his children through Jesus Christ, according to the good pleasure of his will,

6 to the praise of his glorious grace that he freely bestowed on us in the Beloved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……..and you say all dirt is washed away?”

 

 

 

 

So did Littley Lamb, Stump Woman, Spottedy Goat, Ol Crookeye did show

A way back to path, one true path, away from trailing leadetty dirt

So did Old Crow, Ugly Bird, Bluesy Dragonfly, and new Butterfly call wind to blow

New shower of dewy light all on Floppy Ears and Bushy Nose, every single Squirt!

 

 

“Ho, now!  Hey, bow!  Weesy allsey cleansey now, ‘spite ol’ thievsies so bold!

“Skip now!  Leap, now! March we, sing we, who now so light and bright.”

For that swifting wind down from next high peak did blow and mist away to gold;

Such gift of  might did bring all friends right clean in kin to Babe of Light!

FIFTH WEEK MONDAY: THE SPIRITS INSIDE THE GHOSTS THIS ALL-HALLOWED’S EVE

Having received beyond helpful pastoral advice this a.m. about sharpening my sensitivity to social cues in promote more satisfying group interactions–and:

Having successfully cheered up a good, younger friend who just waved her National Guard husband of two months off to Afghanistan–and:

Having received very encouraging replies to my comments on several writers’ blogs–and:

Having grown very comfortable with sitting and writing for 4+ hours straight–and:

Having successfully chased off the goblins from early childhood memories being written about (which is essential to both my plotline and some of the public venue causes I am currently passionate about supporting)–and:

Having remembered again this year what “Halloween” started as–and:

Having decided not to fret too much over an writing job proposal, as it is not really part of my vision at this time–and:

Having floated back into a state of peaceful acceptance of myself and my strengths and weaknesses–TA DA!–

I in delightedly shaking hands with my own spirit inside the loving spirits of those saints who have gone before me from my family tree!

Here’s a little thought blooming in a corner of my heart today:

RUSTLE PAST THE SHADOWS

TIPTOE INTO THE LIGHT

STAND TALL OVER THE ABYSS

KNEEL BESIDE THE HIGH PLACES

 

My favorite quote today:  The last words of Steve Jobs as he looked over and past the faces of his loved ones just before he lost consciousness the last time:

” OH, WOW! OH, WOW! OH, WOW!”

Now, THIS is the spirit inside the ghosts from my past that I want to carry over into tomorrow, All Saints’ Day!!

I will be celebrating the love of those saints from my family tree on November 1, 2011!