“……and Jitters did WHAT for that little injured girl?”





“……and Jitters did WHAT for the abused girl we found?”



So friends in circling love laved herbs and oils on battered child.

So critters in crooning bowing eased twinight’s falling shades.

So all questers ne’er doubted the Light would wait e’er so mild.

So blessings and healings and hummings covered all in glades.


“What, what? Hark, hark!  Bark, bark! So snark a jumper enters here,”

cried all friends at once as new dancer, new prancer, Mr. Jitters did come.

“Me, Mr. Jitters, me flips and trips all ’bout ye healin’,come to wipe tear

of bashin’ from this dear girlie eye wid me dancin’ and me totin’ like a bum.”


So Mr. Jitters did swing, so sweet, dear girl to broad shoulder of mercy.

So all friends did gasp and swoon and fall to praying knee at such a jest,

Yet jest bearing light of fresh-born hope to face born by such nursey,

Such new hope face alight in swinging by Jitters,all bouncing blessed.




“…..and you said all those rules would eliminate me!”


Lenten Journey – Day 9
Biblical Scripture: Romans 3:21-31
Open Invitation to Join Terri from
Cloaked Monk


1-Mar-12: Romans 3:21-31

23 since all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God; 24 they are now justified by his grace as a gift, through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus, 25 whom God put forward as a sacrifice of atonement by his blood, effective through faith. He did this to show his righteousness, because in his divine forbearance he had passed over the sins previously committed; 26 it was to prove at the present time that he himself is righteous and that he justifies the one who has faith in Jesus.


“…..and you said all those rules would eliminate me!”

Old Stump Woman clumped and bumped and strumped her BushNose

Into every crack and pit along the way in all those rocks and all those feet

Sticking that BushNose everywhere but ahead, in all spots signs told “NO!s”

Old Stump Woman clumped faster,all the more smellings all the more fleet.



Old Stump Woman kicked down “NO!” signs, pushed over “DON’T” marks

All the while huffing to get past other legs and other pegs and break in line

Til Stump Woman heard a cry above and smelled Ugly Bird calling in larks

Til Stump Woman sniffed tear at being so crude and fell on knees at gift so fine.





The strangling vine seems to be brittle and dead

as winter approaches.

The creeping white of root rot seems to settle downwards

out of sight in the mists of autumn.

The invasive stinging stink of chemicals burning then reported

move out of town.

The vulture cleans up roadside slaughter  and then slowly

sails to the next county.

The little hens’ nest of gossip retires away and nobody knows any details

in the here and now.

The snakeskin rest on the basement steps after the slither takes the poison

to curl away in the creekbank.


The screeching tires and wild eyes turn the corner into a descending cloud of

frayed synapses and blocked passages.

The crashing nightsticks batter amidst the sleeping tents, piling revenge upon deprivation

into an ill-assortment crowding the dawn.

The changed words drift down upon the kneeling at the altars collecting heart-sadness

at yet one more eventide.

Darkness falls–evil curls and crouches in committees.





Dewdrops at dawn quiver witgh expectations of bejewelment

in the sunrise.

Birds’ first shy chirp testing the air

from a treetop.

A sudden gust of ripening pear breeze carries away

exhaust fumes.

Neighbor’s young dog yipping with the joy at the first

grass-run of the new day.

New sprout-greens flickering in a communal garden

bless the eye of the oldster-and-

Fresh-washed pavement tickles the nose of the jogger

who thought he would not notice.

A gentle smile, nod, and wave from a neighbor driving out

oh, so, care-fully.

A flipped-open newssheet blocking out the details of

new charities and steadfast democracy.

A special touch at a healing altar rejoices the heart and

stands in the legs rising up.

Goodness and mercy spiral up to shine in new light before all giving life.




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