“……and have you ever heard an old crow belly-laugh?”


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……and have you ever heard an old crow belly-laugh?”

 

 

 

 

Old Crow spots a lush field of succulent peas,

Hiding under fronds stretching for miles under evergreens.

High mountain-valley meadow holding much to please

And sighing caws does Old Crow beak over these worthy beans.

 

 

Just now Old Crow spies there a gorgeously plummaged one,

A veritable Lady Crowser so daintily pecking at just one pea.

Pretty, pretty most specialest beauty of a lady, so madey

Like those peas to please all friends and mostly Old Crow in plea.

 

 

Just as Crow circles to swoop down to bow to this Lady,

Ugly Cird calls about far away sounds from the riverine seasides:

“Such ugly, ugly bawling sqawling voice we uns do hear, ol’ Matey”

“Can we uns gather pease and quick, quick, get away to friend’s cave, besides?”

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!” (Part One)


 

“……and now we practice terrapin therapy to get out of this mess!”

“Hey, You!  What you meansies, all stompsies my juicy buggsies?”

spit out Old Turtley, thirsting all along on many turns and twists of trail,

blaming Spottedy Goat for all this thirsting cause of planted truggsies

Dear Goatie must perform to keep Friend Riders on board, hearty and hail.

 

 

 

“Hey ye ol’ Spotted One, what for you blew so hard on me tender wings,”

whined Ugly Bird flapping just above Dear Goatie’s nose to cool her feathers,

seeking cooling from hot desert mountain swirls as she swings and sings,

yet caring not bout Spottedy’s labors to bear up friends in these weathers.

 

 

“Whist you flappsies that stinking ol’ tail mongst all our faces?”

cried Littley Lamb and Old Shepherd and Cross-Eyed Dog toddling so close

behind Dear Goatie for fear of fallin’ behind and fear of slidin’ in traces

of ol’ rock slides yet blamin’ Dear Goatie for his own goatie-ness of pose.

 

 

All this while a jewel-shelled terrapin watched and blinked around the bend.

All this while a dear little rainbow-patched terrapin did blink and think.

All this while the multi-toned terrapin began to pull into shell in a trend

Needed to look inward, to ponder under which stoney word Spottedy would sink.

 

 

 

Dear followers and friends, please ponder and wonder what action Spottedy will next take! 

                What would you do?

                What should Friends do?

Stay tuned for Part Two of the healing that comes with terrapin therapy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“……such bright clean hugs for sleep dancing!”


 

 

 

 

 

“……such bright clean hugs for sleep dancing!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So now did all friends stretch and breathe in space

Of High Room so wide and clean and glinting all to shine

All in blending stripes as Cuddles patted Donkey brow in trace

Of missing mommy now flowing twixt the two like twine.

 

 

 

“Ah, shush, shush, “did yawn out Ugly Bird in lullaby time.

“Spy ye now Mr. Jitters tipping and toeing in waltz so slow!”

Croaked Crow: “Now ye learns secret of King’s dance so sublime.

“What began as shepherding jitter re-forms for  worship so!”

 

“………..and you say we are strong enough build on?”


 

 

 

 

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Lenten Journey – Day 16
Biblical Scripture: 1 Peter 2:4-10
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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8-Mar-12: 1 Peter 2:4-10

4 Come to him, a living stone, though rejected by mortals yet chosen and precious in God’s sight, and

5 like living stones, let yourselves be built into a spiritual house, to be a holy priesthood, to offer spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.

9 But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s own people, in order that you may proclaim the mighty acts of him who called you out of darkness into his marvelous light.

10 Once you were not a people,but now you are God’s people;once you had not received mercy,but now you have received mercy.

 

 

 

 

 

“………..and you say we are strong enough build on?”

 

 

“Hurry now, scurry now, oh ye pokey, proddy critterly ones!”

“March down through the rocks and blocks and tick-tocks here now”

So did Old Crow and Crookeye and Ugly Bird did call them in tones

To scramble and tumble and speed on their way without call to bow.

 
“Much use will ye be cross yon deep canyoned raging stream!

“So good will ye be to hold up the road to cross that wilding blue!”

“What mean ye, we not be strong, we not be long, we just light beam!”

“Why, know ye not, ye are made strong as these rocks by His grace to true!”
 

 

 

 

“…….and you say there is lots more gold in that city we cannot see just yet?”


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Lenten Journey – Day 14
Biblical Scripture: Hebrews 11:1-3, 13-19
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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6-Mar-12: Hebrews 11:1-3, 13-19

Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

2 Indeed, by faith our ancestors received approval.

3 By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible.

13 All of these died in faith without having received the promises, but from a distance they saw and greeted them. They confessed that they were strangers and foreigners on the earth,

14 for people who speak in this way make it clear that they are seeking a homeland.

15 If they had been thinking of the land that they had left behind, they would have had opportunity to return.

16 But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God; indeed, he has prepared a city for them.

 

 

 

“…….and you say there is lots more gold in that city we cannot see just yet?”

 

 

 

“Where did that glint go?  Why didn’t you grab up that crown?

Old Spottedy Goat mumbled at Cross-Eyed Sheepdog.

“Why, don’t you keen a singley thing, you mottled fallen down?

“Did not you see Old Crow wave that glint away in fog?”

 

 

“Yes, dear goatly friend, dear crossly dog, ye not to see now,

Ye not to live now with gold, oh no, ’tis not the time in these rocks.”

Did Old Crow, with Ugly Bird and Bluesy Fly, just behind in tow,

Croak out the promise of cities golden so high, in yet-to-be docks.
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 ”…..and you did say not to talk?”


 

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Lenten Journey – Day 11
Biblical Scripture: Mark 8:27-30
Open Invitation to Join Terri from

Cloaked Monk

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3-Mar-12: Mark 8:27-30

27 Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked his disciples,

“Who do people say that I am?” 28 And they answered him, “John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.”

29 He asked them, “But who do you say that I am?” Peter answered him, “You are the Messiah.” 30 And he sternly ordered them not to tell anyone about him.

 

 

“…..and you did say not to talk?”

 

 

All splayed and stretched upon the sands and rocks of that peak

Our friends did lie in stuporous amaze at the messages of the wings and light

All tumbled out of used-to-bes and could-have-beens confusing these meek.

All friends knew their Maker breathed on the wings and through the light so bright.

 

“Just one more note, one more whisper, oh dear friends,” sang Ugly Bird with Crow.

“Just one last piercing of your hearts at rest, “whispered Bluesdy-Whoosy Dragonfly.

“Take care to pass this word of Him, this sight of Him, to not a single bug or beau.”

“Take care to feed your joy in silence, in waiting, in ponder of Him with holy sigh.”

“…and I thought you were plotting against me!”


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Lenten Journey – Day 7
Biblical Scripture: 1 Peter 3:8-18
Open Invitation to Join Terri from
Cloaked Monk

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28-Feb-12: 1 Peter 3:8-18a

8 Finally, all of you, have unity of spirit, sympathy, love for one another, a tender heart, and a humble mind.

9 Do not repay evil for evil or abuse for abuse; but, on the contrary, repay with a blessing. It is for this that you were called—that you might inherit a blessing.

 

 

“….and I thought you and Ugly Bird and Old Crow were mad at me!”

 

Trampling and grampling and nibbling and scribbling off in the rocks

Spotted Goat snortling and courtling the taggly ends of our crew

Wiggling eye under knotty forehead uppsy-downsy-allaroundsy pocks

Spotted Goat all trembley-bimbley under wings upahead in chatter much ado.

 

“Come up here, come up front, come up to brighter light,”cawed Old Crow.

“Come up now, come up thou, come up to bow in light,” chirped Ugly Bird.

“Come see, come saw, come bee, come baw in all glow,” whistled Dragonfly.

“OH!OH! OH!  You are not mad at my horns, my stink, my jaw? OH,JOY!” leaped Spotted Goat.

….and they said I could not lead


The wobblies and the squabblies followed ol’ Ugly Bird’s glinting eye, leaning and keening and screening and preening up and up out of that stinking morass

Until they heard and paused and caused munching mumbles, all crookelly and tookelly were they disarrayed along that path ’til they hushed and heard by Floppy Ear:

[The following self-dialogue was in response to Lenten Day 1 devotional found at: Open Invitation to Join Terri from Cloaked Monk, 2 Corinthians 5:20 — 6:10]

Spoken by BushNosed StumpWoman:

“Yet, was I decaying as I entered the day
Yet, was I decrying my life as I left the night
Yea, I was stepping into light in new enfleshed heart
Yea, I was declaiming new life as I left the old.

Others said I was running a lost race
My Lord said I had already won.
Others said I was whistling up a rain pipe
My Lord said I was singing with the angels.

Yet, was I decaying as I entered the day
Yet, was I decrying my life as I left the night
Yea, I was stepping into light in new enfleshed heart
Yea, I was declaiming new life as I left the old.

Others said I was running a lost race
My Lord said I had already won.
Others said I was whistling up a rain pipe
My Lord said I was singing with the angels.”

 

NOTE:  Granbee encourages each of you to join me and others in this Lenten Journey over at CloakedMonk.

BREAKING OUT OF THE BRAMBLES


 

 

 

                                                                                                                                                                                            

This will be a very short poem today to continue with our friends on their journey questing for the brightest possible light.

Please keep in mind all the previous reblogged posts of this date as their messages play into our friends journey.

UNTANGLING LIGHT FROM SHADOW WITH BIRDLY CHIRPS

Scrumbling and tumbling and mumbling and pumbling

over toe over slow over head over heel

all tied gether friends did land in fumbling

away more shadows tore platters of pain to feel

Scarced ceasing in mudflat buried Flopear

saving friends from going over edge

just then quirking ear to song in stop! hear!

saving bird chirp so rasped in hedge

“By here, by now, my beady eye did spark”

called out Ugly Bird to mark

With sharp glinting bead of eye lark

beamed tiny pointer out from tangle so stark.

NOTE:  Please stay tuned for the trip out of this morass!

 

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