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Breath expelled, sound shaped,
words uttered, issued forth.
Aim, intent, lurk within,
plain or thinly veiled.
Waves crash on listening ears;
some or no effect results,
some or no response.
Undergirding all,
a proposition,
a statement true or false.
"Fire!" called out in a theatre.
The building burns;
evacuate now!
Many will get up,
walk out,
and be saved.
The building is or is not on fire;
a hero or villain is disclosed.
The Father reveals.
The Son conveys
through gracious acts.
The Spirit opens ears,
hardens hearts.
If Jesus is hauled,
sputtering and drowning,
into the boat,
does "Fear not, I am with you!”
engender faith?
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Contemplating the role of narrative in the gospel
Great wilderness survivor skills are possessed by he,
but even so called experts screw up occasionally,
and so one evening he retired to the solace of his tent.
What followed afterward was most certainly a horrific event.
He awoke to find himself pinned down by a huge grizzly's paws
looking straight down the throat of the grizzly's huge massive jaws.
He carelessly went to sleep with food crumbs left on him.
It was the scent of these crumbs, not he, that attracted the bear to him.
He could not control his fear and the bear smelled it all over him.
When a bear smells fear it smells "My next prey victim."
The bear's entire massive weight then collapsed on top of him,
vibrating and uncontrollably spasming.
The bear's massive weight kept him beneath and helplessly pinned.
All the while he felt as if electricity was flowing all within him.
The bear stopped moving and went still suddenly.
It took all of his strength to push the bear's massive weight off of he.
You can imagine his relief but dismay when he managed to struggle to his feet
to discover that the bear was still breathing but unconscious or asleep
so he immediately proceeded to climb high up the closest tree.
The bear awoke and went on its way, confused as to what just happened there.
Wilderness Survival Rule # 1.
Never Be Without Your Standard Police Issued 100,000 Volt Taser.
You Never Know When You'll Have To Taser A Bear.
I-Robby
Robby had been married going on eight years,
2hen his Marie demanded a divorce,
whe had been planning, lawyering up,
and instantly dragged it into the court.
Poor Robby had not seen it coming,
he thought things had been going quite well,
he could barely deal with loosing his love,
much less navigating Family Court hell.
Worst still Marie had cleaned out their accounts,
so he had to borrow from his parents,
just to afford a junior lawyer,
in truth, Robby was unable to bear it.
Being separated from his two boys,
being along with no partner if life…
What could he have done to ever have earned
the enmity of his once loving wife?
The proceedings, they just kept dragging on,
and Robby faced insurmountable bills,
then one day Marie claimed that he’d hit her,
that his temper was always set to kill?!
Robby’s family gawked in disbelief,
their boy never even been in a fight,
they all tried to say the Marie had lied,
but she played the judge’s sympathies right.
Men don’t fare well in Family Courts,
in the end Rob lost near sixty percent,
add the that alimony, child support,
and no custody of his two children.
The young men felt his world crashing on down,
but the worst of it was yet to come,
Marie’s claims made their way up to his boss,
and within weeks, Rob’s position was gone.
When he told the judge he was out of work,
and his payments would have to be changed,
she said,”I’ll have to investigate this,
many dead-beats go to lengths to not pay.”
That dragged on for several long months,
and Robby was already long broke,
one morning a cop waited on his front door,
and with a sneer, glared at Robby and spoke:
“We have got a complaint that you have not
paid up on this month’s child support.
A warrant has been issued for your arrest,
I really hate dealing with your sort!”
He tried to explain his words with the judge,
but the officer really didn’t care,
dragged into court, Rob found the same judge,
glowering down at him from her chair.
“Your wife needs those payments to survive,
nut you seem to think this is a joke,
so you’re going to spend a week in jail,
and learn an important lesson, I hope.”
As to the judge’s biased nature,
Robby no longer had any doubts,
and none there knew that when he went away,
never more would he ever come out…
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era
(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee
vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and English monastic
members nsync
strong influence of Irish literati
eased communication
popular Latin cognoscenti
common lingua franca
spawned Carolingian Renaissance
Codices, pagan and Christian text
plus educational material
written viz Carolingian minuscule
Emperor Charlemagne issued prescription
(hence named Carolingian)
boosted unified modus operandi
he advocated learning,
though somewhat illiterate
recognized value of education
predicated on singular
codified regional alphabet,
the then webbed wide world
linkedin, sans uniform symbolic shapes
uncontested salient advantage
offered up ease to master
clear distinct explicit letter formation
simple logic boosted
rapidly transmitted standardization,
especially with exceptional legible
readable characteristic
adequate spaces between words
Merovingian "chancery hand"
reserved to draft traditional charters
Gothic and Anglo Saxon
favored traditional local script
as opposed to Latin
learning latter involved less tricked out
embellished flourishes
or interconnected strokes
drawn by a scribe
allowing, enabling, and providing
greater popularity to teach masses,
latent etymological nuances apparent
centuries following implementation
quasi initial Carolingian letters
steadfast, where Carolingian
influence moats strong
adopted local stylistic signature flavor
divergence woke since proliferation
stoking diffuse prospects
decreeing entrenched footing,
where auspices boded prescient
until groundswell didst surcease
sub limb mated into modern patois.
He is noticed
and
it has nothing to do with
runny nose reminders
torn pants
or the fact that his mother is social welfare user
they see him
surrounded by the blue frame
below the picture
an issued words for rinsing out that hands
and he had flowers germinated above his hands
as possibility to be
only if
it had been
addressed to him
delivered from laughter
saved from desire of
finding through him it's personal complacency
the solace
those words were more needed
they could have seen him differently
different
at least
without
that rope around his neck
Spider on Vase
Poor teetering thing that leeched the rim
To poise and watch the world from summit
It hiked the slope and scaled with ease
Its several legs had gained momentum
Triumphant conqueror of the peak
The hero now surveys the giants
With peripheral eyes to view
The gaping hole of one such hulk
From which was issued a thunderous sound
That made the crawly start to quake
Its fate secured within their reach
The proximal limb ready to pulp
And dash the crawly to its death
Lithe movement in its spiny legs
Takes it down the crater route
Into the vases obscure hollow
And deftly rappels the precipice
With actioned spinneret
Scarce light below that thwarts its fear
Away from gaping noisy giants
At peace to spin and weave a web
Of symmetry that knows no bounds
God's sweeping judgement will come
on those that have turned back
from following the Lord God
for refusing to go down God's track
God issued various declarations of I wills
showing His authority over HIs creation
the hand of God will strike down idolatry
hating this sin through every nation
What are the consequences of life?
life without God and all His grace
the folly of man takes them off track
God's wisdom rejected as man hides his face
Swept away by God in judgement
for turning back from Him to follow
mankind seeks not after God at all
having little faith being so hollow
The good news is you can escape
obey the Lord and receive His son
go His way follow His every step
then your future's safe forever won
( "The word of the Lord that came to Zephaniah the son of Cushi, son of Gedaliah, son of Amariah, son of Hezekiah, in the days of Josiah the son of Amon, king of Judah.
“I will utterly sweep away everything
from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord.
“I will sweep away man and beast;
I will sweep away the birds of the heavens
and the fish of the sea,
and the rubble with the wicked.
I will cut off mankind
from the face of the earth,” declares the Lord.
“I will stretch out my hand against Judah
and against all the inhabitants of Jerusalem;
and I will cut off from this place the remnant of Baal
and the name of the idolatrous priests along with the priests,
those who bow down on the roofs
to the host of the heavens,
those who bow down and swear to the Lord
and yet swear by Milcom,
those who have turned back from following the Lord,
who do not seek the Lord or inquire of him.”)
Zephaniah 1: 1-6 (ESV)
Car Trouble
The car started slow to go as cars go
Silent on the ride it motioned down the road
Leaves could be counted on the trees as I passed by
I counted every one just for fun
The pace picked up and time stood still
There was nothing to be done
It seemed a little odd at first
When the car traveled in reverse
And headed off the cliff into the universe
Falling off I screamed and cursed
Maybe the brakes gave out
Way beyond our system solar making many lefts
And when the auto made a sharp turn right
Exceeding light speed passing planets
I realized there were no street signs or people or roads
Everything was calm and normal in the void
A pleasant voyage but I had to wonder why
The Earth removed itself from sight
From my rear view mirror speeding out
I only paid five dollars’ worth of gas
Screaming past the universe unfolding
Collapsing there in front of me and dads jalopy
It seemed curious indeed
Will I make it home for dinner
Will I be late to the dance this evening
And will my parents be angry at me
The air condition stopped working hours ago
There are only foreign stations on the radio
Space ships pulled up next to me
Orange beings questioned why I drive so slow
Creatures with five eyes laughed at me as they rolled by
Silver androids stopped me for conversation
Space police pulled me over for speeding in wrong directions
For going ten thousand miles per second
In a three thousand speeding zone
They issued tickets for space ship violations
For speaking in a foreign tongue
And chewing gum without a license
And for being an alien without alien registration
Also for Improper lights in a speed of light designated zone
They sent me home with just a warning this time
I told them time had stopped
They wrote me up again for that and driving backwards
As I arrived back in time
Mom and pop stopped me on the spot
I forgot to take the trash out so I’m grounded
No more car or dancing with the stars
It’s been three weeks
since I was in the grocery store,
and an emptiness weighs,
as if I’d lost a friend.
The government issued orders
for people like me,
calling it “social distancing.”
“Stay home,” they say.
Going to a place containing what I need--
things like crumbled feta cheese,
or low sodium pasta sauce,
is like being with a trusted companion.
Greeting cashiers by name
makes each spree a social event,
as well as a lifesaving one
that refills the pantry.
My last visit began with an App,
where I selected what I wanted,
and ended when a stranger
put bags into the back of my car.
My larder might be full,
but my heart feels empty--
deprived of its weekly ritual
of hunting and gathering with friends.
There once was an old Pope from Rome
who had the Good Book a huge tome
an altar ego and mass appeal
so he made the Vatican home
2015 he addressed the environment
on climate change caused by man
and issued a Catholic Church encyclical
the first-ever since Popes began
let's trust instructing his cardinals
to avoid any more scandals
when pontificating and preaching to the choir
to burn less incense and light fewer candles
altho' it's a slippery slope here's the dope
and no I won't soft-soap
there's not much hope of Pope on a rope
but I can cope so I won't mope
now hear my voice as it's a choice
if I may be quite so bold
religion is discretionary not hereditary
and the herd of sheep in the fold should be told