“……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.”

“……Save us from that snorting and growling!”


 

“……Save us from that snorting and growling!”

 

 

 

So now all filled and thrilled our friends do lean

On rocks in mock of bugs in rugs so snug

All friends, all fed, now thinking to preen

Without a care one last drink to chug.

 

 

 

 

“What, what, bot, bot?” did Crookeye and Bushy disclaim.

“What means such snorts and growls on the prowl?”

Did even Crow and Ugly flap in wonder not so tame.

“How canst Rainbow Light have faded with this howl?”

 

 

 

 

“Quick, quick, slide under this shelf,” bleated dear Littley Lamb.

So scarce awake did friends roll and squeeze and tug under ledge.

“What, what, ye bot-bots?  scrape ye selves back, back, bam, bam!”

Did Lambey push all friends into glinting hug of Rainbow Fly.

“……..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!

“…….and you say we carry THE ONE inside of us?”


 

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Lenten Journey – Day 20
Biblical Scripture: 1 Corinthians 3:10-23
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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12-Mar-12: 1 Corinthians 3:10-23

10 According to the grace of God given to me, like a skilled master builder I laid a foundation, and someone else is building on it. Each builder must choose with care how to build on it.

11 For no one can lay any foundation other than the one that has been laid; that foundation is Jesus Christ.

12 Now if anyone builds on the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, straw—

13 the work of each builder will become visible, for the Day will disclose it, because it will be revealed with fire, and the fire will test what sort of work each has done.

14 If what has been built on the foundation survives, the builder will receive a reward.

15 If the work is burned up, the builder will suffer loss; the builder will be saved, but only as through fire.

16 Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?

17 If anyone destroys God’s temple, God will destroy that person. For God’s temple is holy, and you are that temple.

 

 

 

“…….and you say we carry THE ONE inside of us?”

 

 

“Lessie me rest, lessie me heal,” bleated Spottedy Goat, seeking to be still.

“Sure, an ye should rest oh so fine, with all healing and tending ye have.”

So cawed Old Crow and chirped Ugly Bird and flapped Floppy-Eared in thrill.

So friends huddled as one in tending old Spottedy, snuggled with salve.

 

Once  more cawed Old Crow,” Ye give thanks for this mending place, ye do.”

“What mean ye, what caw ye, Old Crow?” all turned up to seek.

“Why Spottedy be healed just here, just now? How we give thanks so true?

“Why, know ye not, yon Spottedy body means temple to be for Him so meek.”

SHRUB GIRL OF THE BIG NOSE


 SHRUB GIRL SNIFFS THEM OUT

Floppedy, flop, boppedy bop tripped along four

friends bound commonly to hear, to walk strong, to see

For now they learned the young girl rode in a pour

of  mystery duty abiding in midst of  friends to be.

Sudden was the brushing of needley short limbs of green

Against sides of donkey and stump just cresting a hill

Sudden was the sniffing and snuffling and wuffling so lean

Against shepherding crook and stalking root stopped in a thrill.

“What can mean this small green bush,this shrub in our way?”

hummed Shepherd of EyeCrook pointing the sight to Stumpy.

“What can mean this Shrub Girl tumbling off in stray?”

wheedled FloppyEared and Ridden Donkey to Woman Clumpy.

“Tho I Be Woman, I cannot put root to Shrub Girl reasoning,”

stamped out Stump Woman leading the way so trumping.

“So snuffle up to a floppy ear, bush girl, and give seasoning

“ramped out from ditch why you come nosing in our clumping.”

“Oh, most high flopping ears, most bent young girl, most seeing crook,

“Oh, most tight rooted  stump, know you not the scent of holiness;

“All bands of seekers must follow to reach the young girl’s place in the book,

“Oh, ho, know you not the scent of far spices marking the business?”

“Oh, I hear a new tune,” replied Flop Eared Boy.

“Oh, I tap into The Way,” replied Woman Stump.

“Oh, I hear my hoofs carry her”, replied Eary DonCoy.

“Oh, crook sees stall below, girl above,”replied ShepTrump.

“What you cannot hear. cannot stampfeel, cannot crooksee,

replied sniffing small green Shrub Girl in thrall.

“What you must let me smell is odor of angel looksee

“What you must have me sniffpoint is lamb small.”

“Wait!  How holy scent, angle odor mean this lamb?”

Wait!  How holy thing,angel thing,lamb thing in our quest?

“Oh,High Floppy,Low Stumpy, Strong Donk, LongEyeRamb,

“Know you not this Lamb wholly anointed at birth,angelsang at rest?”

“Oh, why we listen, why we stamp on road, why we crook-see?

“Why we sniff out holy anointing,sniff out choiring of a lamb?”

“Oh, hark, ye listeners,ye seekers,ye stampers!”

“Ye must find the place shielding birth of  your offered Lamb!

“What mean ye, our offered lamb?”all friends cried out.

“What mean ye, holy scent of newborn lamb?” all called now.

“Why heard you not the tales of old,why saw not the Star?

Why tapped you not into truth on which men bow?”

“Oh, we once heard, we once saw, we once stepped in theTrue Way.”

“But what we now will find in stall below our last mile?”

“Oh, we like to hear, like to see, like to tap the road, hooray.”

But we know not need to follow holy scent,find new Lamb.”

“BECAUSE EARS HAVE NOT HEARD NOR EYES NOT SEEN”

whispered Small Shrub Girl in memory of old time

as she brushed on sniffing the last curve;

weaving the way of friends into byways of  New Life.

NOTE:  We will finally reach Bethlehem’s stall and find waiting many unexpected critters, friends, gifts, sights, sounds, feelings, and smells:  none yet tasting of the sweet waters of life such travelers all seek in such places of waiting.

DREAMING ABOUT ADVENT


 

HERE IS A LINK TO A MEANS OF EMOTIONAL AND MENTAL HEALING THAT I HAVE BEEN MEDITATING UPON FOLLOWING THE THANKSGIVING HOLIDAYS AND BEGINNING, FOR ME, THIS SEASON OF ADVENT.  THIS SEASON ALWAYS WORKS BEST FOR ME WHEN I CONSTANTLY REMIND MYSELF IT IS A TIME OF PREPARING MY HEART ALL OVER AGAIN TO RECEIVE THE BIRTH OF MY LORD AND SAVIOR THEREIN. 

Key to easing a painful memory? Dream about it.

HOW CAN I PREPARE MY HEART? 

1.  GIVING IT THE MEDICINE IT NEEDS TO HEAL ENOUGH TO BECOME A NURTURING RESTING PLACE

2.  GIVING IT THE REST IT NEEDS TO HAVE TIME TO DREAM

3. GIVING IT THE FOOD IT NEEDS, BOTH SPIRITUALLY AND PHYSICALLY, TO THRIVE

4.  GIVING IT THE TIME IT NEEDS TO EXPAND AND CONTRACT AND SQUEEZE AND LET GO

5.  GIVING IT THE OXYGEN IT NEEDS TO HOLD ITS OWN BREATH IN EXPECTANCY

6.  GIVING IT THE FLUIDS IT NEEDS TO WATER MY SOUL

7.  GIVING IT THE AROMAS IT NEEDS TO PREPARE A PLACE OF WORSHIP IN PURITY

8.  GIVING IT THE TOUCHES IT NEEDS TO CONNECT TO ALL HIS OTHER CHILDREN

9.  GIVING IT THE PRAYERFOCUS IT NEEDS TO KNEEL AT ITS OWN MANGER

10.GIVING IT THE STUDY IF NEEDS TO LEARN HOW TO REST AND WORK IN BALANCE

Oh, little heart of mine, are you big enough?

Are you big enough to be a manger?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you sweet enough?

Are you sweet enough to feed a baby?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you soft enough?

Are you soft enough to hug that little child?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you strong enough?

Are you strong enough to pulse with that baby’s love?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you filled with enough air and blood?

Are you filled enough to hold still while all those others come to love?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you wise enough?

Are you wise enough to tell of His love to others?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you broken enough?

Are you broken enough to let the baby’s light shine through?

Oh, little heart of mine, are you still enough?

Are you still enough to rest within the baby’s arms?

Oh, little heart of mine, have you learned enough?

Have you learned enough to talk to my soul?

Oh, little heart of mine, have you prayed enough?

Have you prayed enough to kneel with the lambs?

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