“……and suddenly we heard singing!”


 

 

 

“……and suddenly we heard singing!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

And, now, dear friends and fellow travelers, we watch,we swatch,

Sturdy loving critterly folk make their rugged way o’er water and rock

Ever looking up, ever guided by the Winged Ones, in quest so splotch

With bramble and thorn and glitter and song of wind with heart to stock.

Let us now hold back and listen so still in thrill at climb up a notch

In trail under Wing and Bill shone next ray of Light none could mock.

 

 

“Be quietsy, ye ol’ Stumpy Woman, no snortsing of Bush Nose do make;

“For weuns do stretch heartstring to hear sweetsie note by yon lake:”

Thus did friends and critters all did rest with all steps did forsake

To listen and watch and stretch their souls out to veriest edge of calm take.

 

 

Toes whispering in the grass,

Fingers whispering the honeysuckle

Tongue whispering in the ice,

Lips whispering in the search.

 

 

Windy sun chasing joy;

Tossing branches weaving birds.

Purple perfume smoothing steps;

Dewdropping grasses washing minds.

 

 

Chirping birds, chipping old stump.

Rustling grasses, flaking old skin.

Floating petals, drying bloom edges.

 

 

“The least, the least!” cried Old Crow.

“Ne’er forget the least,” scraped Grasshopper.

She pondered, “All these berries be enough?”

 

 

And so did friends find battered Lil Child

‘neath a poking bramble, near to fainting

And so did friends lift up bleeding Lil Child

bringing saved one to healing juice in painting.

 

 

 

 

 

THE FLOP-EARED BOY WAITING FOR A DONKEY


 

 

FLOPPY EARS HEAR BETTER

 

THE VILLAGE BOY ASSIGNED FLOPPY EARS

BY SOME UNKNOWN PANEL OF ELDERS

WAITED IN STINKY PUDDLES FOR ONE WHO BEARS

WAITED UNDER A HEAVY BAG OF SMELDERS

THIS FLOP EARED BOY HAD DREAMED OF OTHER FLOP EARS

NOT OF HIS OWN KIN WHO WOULD TROD

WITH FOUR HOOVES, NOT JUST TWO

BEARING A HEAVY BAG IN NOD

OVER LONG DUSTY ROAD IN RUE

OF THE TAXED LOAD EVEN UNBORN

STILL THE FLOPEARED BOY ONLY HEARD FALLING STARS

AND SWEEPING WINDS OF WINGS

BUT WAIT–NOW  DID HE HEAR CLACKING BARS

DRAGGING TO BEAR FRESH THINGS

FOR HEAVY DONKEY LOAD HAD KNOWN

OF NEED FOR SWADDLINGS IN OLD BOXES

HEAVY DONKEY LOAD NOW HEARD WIND-BLOWN

NOW FLOPPY EARS OF BOY AND DONKEY COCKSES

TO CATCH THE BREATH OF EACH IN HEAVE AND SIGH

AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS SENT  WIRES

OF HOPE TO HEART OF BOY AND ALL BY

AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS ALL ANEW UNDER STAR’S FIRES.

 

 

To Be Continued with a third set of ears joining to listen!

 

SKIPPING A ROPE ALL THE WAY TO THE STALL


 

 

Over the past two weeks, we have learned many truths from some unexpected critterly relationships and encounters on the way to Bethlehem.  We have heard them talking in their own languages, with their own unique points of view.  We have sung with them, been startled by them, marched along them, crawled with them, flew with them, called out to whoever would listen with them.  We have been sweeping clean our own Advent path with a lot of help from our critter friends.

 

N ow we will be meeting up with some beings who are mostly human, but not entirely, thank goodness.  We will listen to them in their own idioms.  We will cry and laugh and dance and crawl and mourn and regret and sigh and then jump up high in many showers of  new light along with these folk.  For, you see, we are created in such a peculiar way that we just do not learn or prepare or rejoice very effectively until our hearts and minds have been drilled by points of light fired like shafts by others into our souls.  Come, let us prepare together!

 

So grab your walking sticks and a travel pack.  Scrub the mists from your eyes, so that you may see clearly what has been inside you always.  Throw a little water over your head, so that you may be clean when meeting these wonderful “other folk”.  Carry a little oil, pack a little water, store up a little grain “against that day foretold since before the creation.”  Take my hand, pilgrim.  

 

FOURTH WEEK TUESDAY: WALKING TOWARDS MORE PEACEFUL PROSE


First of all, see my comments today at BeliefNets http://beyondblue.com link about the article of quotes on how to achieve a more peaceful world.  As you will NOT be surprised, I am old enough and wise enough to know how much I need to work on peace within myself.  Specifically, today I am concentrating very hard on talking to nature, friends, my pets as I “walk” along WITH them (not OVER them or UNDER them!!) in a softer, more contemplative manner.  Today, Tuesday of this fourth week of 5-day-a-week posting, is about:

SOFTNESS (with shape, with definition, with intentional acceptance of other’s quirks!)

CONTEMPLATION-BEFORE-SPEAKING (with appropriate body language showing attentiveness)

MODULATED SPEECH (focused, self-monitored with finger-to-ear canal:will explain later)

AFFIRMATION (of self and others but not necessarily every idea from either!)

GENTLENESS(with strength of very type well-tapped and utilized)

I started my outside-the-homeplace day today by popping into my church office to confirm spelling of father’s name in bulletin, as I am supplying fresh plants (as alar flowers) in celebration of his birthday(on Halloween, no less!).  I requested those present to give me a moment of feedback of my finger-to-ear-canal technique for monitoring my voice volume and intonation.  They gave me smiling support and encouragement.  This, soon after noticing how my naughtiest puppy responded quite positively to a whispered “command” beside her ear.

Now I am remembering all the times I was cautioned to “settle down and go to sleep” as a child.  How much better that was put into action when I whispered a favorite song or nursery rhyme to myself as I grew sleepier and sleepier!  Indeed, sleeping poetry does indeed walk you into the land of your dreams.  And guess what?  I am not a bit too old for such techniques to calm me down, cause me to regroup when I grow too loud, too verbose(at first just inside my own head) over any number of issues I passionately care about!

So I continue through this day stepping on my own hopscotch squares of “shush”, “wait–listen!” “o-ver th-e rain-bow” to the metrics of “going by woods on a snowy evening”.  NOT Skakespeare’s lines about “First, kill all the lawyers.” and only once or twise to the beat of “on into the valley of death rode the ten thousand”!!!!  Yes, I DO need the psychic energy I get from galloping about into situations of others’ conflicts sometimes.  But maybe, just maybe I will remember today to “put on the full armor of righteousness”; which, in my case, is to stop, listen, think, empathize, put the finger to my ear canal FIRST, MIDDLE, and LAST!!

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