love and power
Lord
who is love but you
and
who is true power
you are the source of
everything that’s
good
and the way through
anything that’s
bad
yet
love us
and lead us from inside
and over parts and all the world
from
each in a place
offering by love and power
mercy
as a measure
in justice
a way to
meet
and so live with
each other
amen
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“FOR ALL” (for translation)
homely liturgy
Jesus
at the shore
Jesus on the mountainside
Jesus in the temple
on the portico
through the city streets
to the cross
and so
after death and resurrection
Jesus in the sky
all
directions
Jesus
in my heart
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Golan Heights in Israel
borning cry
so what shall I do in the hours left
what shall I say
and aren’t these questions that I ask
myself
and God
nearly every day
and I think through negative conditioning
and
then the fear from
my experience there is no answer
I can hear
thus believing there is nothing I can do
and will you hear me anyway
maybe
from the part of me that isn’t
talking
hear the silent plea
and answer
with me in the deep
places forgotten
except when involved in certain stories
rescue from the cave of me
or
simply to turn me around
to see the treasure there
take when I need from
who I am
you the adventurer
to show me
tell me
everything to try
to
turn into wisdom
then
then with a life to share
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"Borning Cry" is a hymn composed by John Ylvisaker that reflects on the journey of faith from baptism to old age.
(Copilot Answer)
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[haiku]
I do not know why
the sap of the tree sometimes
bleeds human for me
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the road
I have a friend who got
to walk the trail
across northern Spain
the Camino
that
takes one to Compostela
I can imagine only
though
she affirms
the discoveries
and changes
it is a dark day here
the streets
are
dull
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two poems about help
once cadging up
God
you got me moving
if only a little
that you’d have me take more steps
and reach within my limits
if
all right
on the inside first
too many things are plain
yet I can’t see with any sense
worldly
or
soulful clarity
too easy to feel down
and
while there
from looking up at shapes there
perilously blurred
while what is
to see
is round confusion and so
where
is the way
I cannot get for
steps
or if there were a ladder hiding from
me
existentially concealed
and who’s to say
for ears
to hear
look
there is the way
still in prayer
tired
too tired to look up
too doubt-pressed
if
something about the hills and rescue
though I think that is reaction
wishful
thinking for a rescue
that in a better
mind we know that if comes
it shall come
from
wherever
any direction
of
one source
then why to look at hills
maybe to inspire
prayers
in
nature
sign of encouragement
by the sign of rising
earth
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. . . from whence cometh my help.
2 My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.
Psalm 121 1b-2
KJV
(some think question and response)
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myth took
they
(ubiquitous)
say
someone cannot live inside a fish
for three days
fish
don’t accommodate that way
and
generally
I’d think so
but then there’s Leviathan
who other than big and monstrous is
not given dimensions
or
other aspects
so who knows
maybe myth can do
pretty much anything with anyone
and by
myth I mean
ancient getting at big truth
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she forms by function
her art that challenges lines
she multiverses
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a couple of cosmic verses
two nebulae
birthplace of stars
and
were we a nebula before
if so
what shape
and
did someone name us
for a form
maybe matching a myth
from
their own lore
and will they tell us
our own story
for
a reach
we do not have
older than us
sure
and yet extant with penchants for
visits
and conversations
unaware of angels
a favorite story
the older couple who
entertained divinities without
awareness
yet greeting needful
strangers
as it seemed
gave welcome to their shoddy place
and
offered the last food and
drink they had kept for themselves
before they’d
die from their own need and
lack
and yet in that meal
the plate
and pitcher
kept refilling and would
do so
forever
by the way
and after sleeping
the two awoke to find their hovel
changed into a manor
filled with
all signs of prosperity
to own and live
while
the valley town that would not
welcome anyone
or open
anything to strangers
more so those who did not appear
as they
well
that
town with the valley
now was flooded as gods
in judgment
and in brutal mischief
may decree and
do
(it’s a story of Greek gods, cited by Saint Paul as well)
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