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Jesus was a patristic carpenter,
a non-nationalistic builder
of goodnews communal structure,
a nonviolent communicating leader,
a multispirit-natural facilitator,
divinely humane bilateral
spiritual health is natural wealth
facilitator of recreative green
and blue
and red-blooded sensory communion.
I am a mere custodian
of messianic intention,
practice,
discipline,
caring for co-empowerment,
vocational integrity,
ecopolitical EarthHealth and Safety
re-enlightenment,
A custodial health care giver
and wealth sensational receiver,
practicing this sacred vocation
of proactive kindness
for improving health sensory outcomes,
scouring systematic memories
and green clean freeing imagination
of multiculturally furnished resonance,
harmonically polishing resilient gleaming finishes
Of climaxing compassion
recreating passionate
yet safe
incomes extending polycultural communion
more free of risking segregated collapse
of healthy form
with wealthy functions.
Cooperative custody of wide spatial
and deep tempered
resonant wellbeing,
integral systemic order,
therapeutic win/win cleanliness
for organic peace
through interdependently cooperative custody,
Physical sensory longevity care
for stable healthy spaces
and metaphysically safe, dust-free mental wealth
neuro-healing traumatized at risk places.
Custodians can integrate daily mindbody life
and EarthMaintenance sensory work
as occupational
sacred vocational
prayer.
Earth's custodians
mediate regenerative compassion,
meditate in practical
mindful
actively evolving revolving
inter-flowing sensory spiritual/natural
interdependent/integral custody practice
Humble custodians
of healthy natural green mind
and wealthy sensory-spiritual
red-blooded healthcare
of EarthPatriotic
wondrously awesome
resiliently resonant hearts
with wholesome healing minds
embodying sacredly cooperative life.
I see the life I used to live,
Through his eyes my childhood is,
Broken mirrors, I can't look back,
A perfection so perfect, my heart retracks,
Like walking back through time, the atmosphere feels,
So inadequate, so unreal,
The picture painted perfect but far from true,
Have I lowered my standards for living proof,
Have I lived this life to prove less is more,
And not have the best of the best, to pretend to be poor,
So you would never view me better than you,
And I could never intimidate you from being real,
I forfeited luxury, the painting of perfection,
Because I saw the dirt outway the cleanliness in the mirrors reflection,
And spotless was a cover-up my childhood showed,
An assumption to others she looks happy, ya know,
To good to be true, rich paints the pretty picture,
Yet underneath it all, this little girl felt tortured,
Contemplating suicide everyday,
Behind that beautiful house was a soul in pain,
No money could satisfy, not one heart could see,
Behind closed doors, the abuse that reaked,
The image was beautiful, everyone assumed,
But I never could enjoy it, I locked myself in my room,
I could not stand the perfection, the atmosphere was a lie,
I would rather run away than look perfect in societies eyes,
I would choose to look poor, and hear the truth,
It was better than the image with the torture you put me through,
Dear God, why are you bringing me back to this horrible place?,
Showing me the depth of my confusion, my old childhood pain?,
I walk out this mans door with tears in my eyes,
This image scares me, do I deserve better in life?,
Will it bring back the nightmares of the white washed tomb?,
Please Lord, help me to understand, what should I do?
I have this lucky shirt…I feel the luck in this shirt is strong…
I’ve worn it many times and every time I wear it…luck has come along.
I wore it on the first leg of our trip to North Carolina.
It’s like being enveloped by and old friend….
And since it’s luck worked that first day… the next morning…I put it on again.
In my defense our car was air conditioned…I didn’t sweat
and for 10 hours I felt the luck through my shirt flow…
So it was an easy decision the next morning…to wear that shirt two days in a row.
(In case you’re wondering if I am a complete slob let me clear the air….
Yes, I wore the same shorts and shirt…but I changed my underwear!)
All this reminded me of a time years ago In the mountains of NC
when Damien and Taylor (our two eldest grandchildren) spent two weeks with Deborah and me.
We didn’t notice this until we looked at the photos later
something that, to this day, still disconcerts…
but in every photo Damien and Taylor were wearing the same shirt!
They brought two weeks of clothing
Stacked in their dressers…each day to be swapped
but each night Deborah washed their dirty clothes then neatly stacked them back on top.
Each morning, without thinking, Damien and Taylor would reach into their drawer…
and put on the very same shirt they wore the day before.
So in every photo taken in each and every frame
due to Deborah’s loving cleanliness…Damien and Taylor were dressed the same.
As I put my lucky shirt into the dirty clothes…to be washed for the 100th time again…
I wondered if, perhaps, Damien and Taylor also had lucky shirts back then.
Which makes me wonder when it comes to our apparel..and our sense of fashion too…
If re-wearing clothes that are not dirty and do not smell…it’s something fellas do.
Which brings me to the reason for this poem:
Beginning with these two weeks in NC
and then on our 48 day road trip…let me take a moment to assert
Do not judge me too critically…
if in almost every photo
I’m wearing the same shirt.
be gentle, and i will warm you in all sincere sensitivity
except, and i will be the receptor of all the reciprocity that you give to me
together, we can be heroes without marking the cleanliness with the foolishness of the here and nowadays
as i hold you under the sunshine of the moon,
the light goes on in our heads that we are the rulers of our destiny as well as our fate
now knowing this, we learn to accept and respect what we once thought of as a "young version of misstated nonsense"
as a direct result, we now choose the right colors with ease and paint our unified definition 'whatever' in the in the roundabout realm of 'clever'
October 5 Faith in God Bible Meditations Based on Matthew 6-10
Key Verse – Matthew 6:24 No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.
FAITH IN GOD WHO WANTS US TO SERVE HIM WHOLEHEARTEDLY
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against evil temptations
By His ministering care for our stewardship functions…
Great is He in fulfilling His promise to help us in our afflictions
As we follow Him with faith along His instructions.
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against unbiblical setting
By His meaningful teaching about ministry that is so exciting…
Great is He in showing us blessedness acts worth presenting
As we rejoice in Him with faith despite trial and testing.
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against carnal plight
By His illumining light for our obedience-delight…
Great is He in making us shine by His gracious sight
As we seek Him with faith to do what is right.
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against proud sentiment
By His inviting altar where we bring our offerings of sincere commitment…
Great is He in delivering us from discontentment and discouragement
As we abide in Him with faith toward heavenly achievement.
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against spiritual adultery
By His holy call to win over idolatry that causes misery…
Great is He in compelling us to serve us midst attacking worry
As we trust Him with faith in our Christian victory for His glory.
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against vain reward
By His constant admonition that serves as great safeguard…
Great is He in correcting for us to grow upward
As we serve Him with faith, each doing the best as His steward.
God wants us to serve Him wholeheartedly against deceitful foolishness
By His Scriptural counsel for our sanctification and cleanliness…
Great is He in forgiving our confessed sinfulness
As we depend on Him with faith to protect our testimony’s righteousness.
October 5, 2025
August 9 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Ezekiel 21-24
Key Verse – Ezekiel 21:9 … Thus saith the LORD; Say, A sword, a sword is sharpened, and also furbished.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY SWORD SHARPENER
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my sinfulness
Thank You for melting my transgressions by Your righteousness
To be refurbished with Your cleanliness
As I set my face toward Your reigning holiness.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my pride’s fury
Thank You for consuming my loftiness in Your glory
To be delivered by Your meekness-victory
As I fuel my humility with Your sacrificial story.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my desperation
Thank You for smiting my frustration through Your compassion
To be disciplined by Your dealing sanction
As I enjoy my inheritance with Your constant inspiration.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my carnal achievement
Thank You for sanctifying my heart from guilt’s judgment
To be purged by Your checking accomplishment
As I confess my fruitlessness for servanthood-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my deceitfulness-blight
Thank You for correcting my heart from arrogance-flight
To be girded by Your wisdom of Scriptural insight
As I submit my ignorance to Your caring delight.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my futility
Thank You for plucking off my filthiness and impurity
To be washed by Your blood-whitening chastity
As I entrust to You my trust that desires faith’s miraculous reality.
Lord God, You are my sword Sharpener against my selfish choice
Thank You for hindering my ways that listen to perversion-voice
To be directed by Your excellence-poise
As I open my ears to Your Word, conquering unbelief’s noise.
August 9, 2023
Soap and water are foreign concepts to the lazy
Cleanliness is an enemy of the state
Sleep is easier, more practical than showering
Which requires initiative and power
Lazies barely have the will to live
It is curious how lazies procreate
They don't do naked well
And like the turtle they go slow
And like the rest of us they come to an end
But slower
Parasites grow envious of the idle ones
Lazy people are geniuses at doing nothing
Living off others is a science
There is nothing better than free
Lazy people snore with big fat noses
They don't start wars for obvious reasons
It is hard enough to turn a light switch off
In a perfect world toilet seats stay up
No wives are needed, well, perhaps to buy potato chips
Couch potatoes are kings and need no reason to be kind
It is their job to be seated or reclined
TV's don't watch themselves you know
No schools, no rules, no shootings
Because we would all be lazy too
Because of lazy people fewer people die
They are the ultimate weapon against crime
Fatigue sets in quickly for the idle ones
It is always time to recline for the malingerers
Lazy people are much too busy eating fries
Hamburgers are their best friends
But don't ask cows too many questions
It is the end
Thank God for lazy people
Where would we be without them?
Where would they be without us?
So love the lazy people you can trust
They are always there....in a chair
Don't wake them up
4/29/16
Life and death
No and yes
More or less
The worst and best
Failure and success
Happiness and stress
Cleanliness and a mess
North, South, East and West
Wide awake or getting rest
Slow and fast
First and last
Small and vast
Fiction and facts
In the front and back
Falling apart or intact
The future and past
Treasures and trash
Used and stashed
Metal, aluminums and glass
Nowhere near or finally here alas
The whole thing and half
Above the dirt and ash
It'll melt and freeze
Among the land and seas
Here and there
By itself and in a pair
Common and rare
Clueless and aware
Not ready and prepared
Uneven and fair
Brave and scared
By: Dalton Ogletree
I’ll pray for God’s control over a house on fire
Along prudent composure disasters require.
In such state, I’ll keep foremost my antique Bible
Scriptures that anchor my faith, making me stable.
Medicines come next with first-aid necessities
For normal blood pressure amidst adversities.
Vital are legal and academic documents
For social, educational, financial engagements.
Hygiene kit must have pure sanitizer’s fullness
Insuring “Cleanliness is next to godliness.”
Money, though ephemeral treasure, meets my needs
Securing my welfare while the belly it feeds.
Communication gadgets are helpful buddies
They should be handy as my essential goodies.
Never will I forget prepared grace-packed food box
Supplies of the Lord with His blessings' bounty-stocks.
There are they all... in one bag for ready transport
While I rest in God’s care, watching fire-report.
Grateful, I praise my Saviour Who extinguished flame
Saving me from hell-fire when I called on His name*!
*Romans 10:13 “For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
February 9, 2019
Couplet with "List"
My messed-up mind has always been messy,
A hundred voices talking at once about anything and everything:
The Parsi, the Persian, perhaps the weather,
Or evergreen jakkalsbessies.
Clarity and clear thinking weren't happening;
Chaos and confusion were rife
In a mind so messy.
A hurricane of ideas, but no focus to execute them,
A whirlwind of thoughts, but unable to prioritise them,
Reams and reams of paper filled with to-do lists,
Yet no executive function to begin them.
Trying to navigate life this way was exhausting.
It affected everyone and everything around me;
Doing anything became daunting,
And all I could do was keep apologising
As I tried to navigate this labyrinth called life.
Without the necessary tools for the journey—
No map, no compass, no GPS to guide me.
This was my mind, my life, until I turned thirty-three.
Then a miracle was sent to me:
A doctor, and a diagnosis of ADHD.
In finding and understanding the truth,
I gained clarity through the static.
It was like finding a lighthouse in the fog,
A safe haven, symbolic of everything I had been seeking.
Things soon changed.
From that moment on, I became pragmatic.
I could see the path through the thicket.
With the right help, I started seeing clearly;
I started excelling,
Even when everything around me felt noisy,
Chaotic, and overwhelming.
And although my thoughts still sometimes feel scattered,
Or full of static,
Moments of exceptional focus,
Creativity, and insight still emerge,
Though often sporadic.
So although my mind is often full of static,
I can find clarity through it.
It feels like magic.
I've found a way to seek clarity
Without removing the static;
It emerges through it,
Like a signal through the noise,
Though occasionally there's still interference.
But a messy mind will never be completely mess-free.
There will always be some clutter to tidy up.
Yet I've learned to live with it,
And no longer mistake my differences
For something that needs fixing.
Im still yet to hyper focused on OCD. Where cleanliness is a main priority.