“……and you say we don’t have to keep a checklist?”






Lenten Journey – Day 34
Biblical Scripture: 2 Corinthians 3:4-11
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26-Mar-12: 2 Corinthians 3:4-11

4 Such is the confidence that we have through Christ toward God.

5 Not that we are competent of ourselves to claim anything as coming from us; our competence is from God,

6 who has made us competent to be ministers of a new covenant, not of letter but of spirit; for the letter kills, but the Spirit gives life.






“……and you say we don’t have to keep a checklist?”



“Now we know He love us, now we go to love him back,” sang friends so fresh.

“How we hoppsies and skippsies with love and shove from above.”

“Bump along, stomp along, we gots to hurries with busy love, all tied in mesh.”

“We gots to catchy-uppsies with all the does and dontsies of such love.”



“Ah, me daring dotsies, me sharing shoatsies, me ever jumpin’ onesies.”

“Speed your feet so right! Slow your tongues and minds, not right!”

“Think ye, ponder ye, wonder ye!  THE ONE died for ye atonesies.”

“Ye must love in all might, be not thinkin’ of listin’ and checkin’ all night!”







Now let us really be still


Now let us not so much breathe


As to mist the air down in trill


As to dream the waft in each heave.



Now we face the east we once did fear


Now we look and smell and unstamp and unsee


For we must go as one into rock and sand unclear


For we must go as one in foresight of a tree.



Now we move as one into further craggy slopes


Now we creep, then stop, then creep, then hush


As we stop, we shrink, we unbar storied popes


As we yet unlearned of what may fall, what may crush.



Now we as one turn into ourselves, look into ourselves


Seeking to find a pattern of steps without any prints


Now we dream foretold from scrolls on shelves


Seeking the Way with no prints but angel glints





Now we look, we listen, we small, we hush:  we seekers all from west to east we are pushed by Baby eyes and kingly dreams to go out by another way not marked by any prints except star gleams and angle breaths.







Littly Lamb bumping hooves over stones

Catching cracked toe on tumbled old bone

Jostled shell unexpected old Turtle in tones

Reminding  hungry Littly and Turtley of scone

The Crookeye Shepherd got from the milkmaid in pones.

So weak now the friends edge to another gate

Soon cathing up with FlopEars bending back to a tune

So low and sweet from unknown strait

Flipping critter hearts with cooing croon

So long had Dovey perched on balding pate

Soon shining in early light holding saucy spoon

Now strong from care from unknown keepers

Friends passed through the strange gate that was no more

Now solid stone blocking retreat so no more weepers

Friends could spare for facing morning sun galore

Now critters and folk saw only one trail for leapers

Friends in faith joined by memory of go-tell Babe for more

Oh, east wind, oh rising sun, oh blowing sands did meet

These friends so bound by call to go-tell,go swell

Oh world unknowing of groaning girl and groaning street

These friends had crept along in halting pell mell

Oh alleys and stones and corners and scattering meets

Thse friends so oddly matched yet perfect in Go, Tell!

Now most strange starsong from off blind hills

Swelled all around these friends drawing them on

Now most strange starsong told of humping clumping thrills

Swelled most windy chorus swept from croaking tone

Now most strange to friends o’er blown by Croaker skills

Swelled in knowing hum was knowing of Catty now winged clone.

“Oh, what means those croaks with humpy crowned sixlegged kings?”

Friends flopped and stamped and crooky eyed did inquire.

“Oh, what means following singing star, rushing chorus rings?”

“Friends, oh friends, how meet, how tell such beasty squire?”

Oh, how go, how tell, how love-swell so unknown things?”

                                   Friends stumbled on, friends pushed by Babe in bier.


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