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Hello Lord! It's your child Ken.
I've slipped back into bad habits again.
I know that they aren't good for me.
I ask again for grace to set me free.
You've done this many times before.
Each time your word, I chose to ignore.
Whenever I fail to keep it in sight.
That's when I stop doing things that are right.
The moment I commit these spiritual crimes.
Guilt and shame just flood my mind.
These two alarms only prove what's true.
There's nothing good in disobeying you.
So about my behavior, I Lord repent.
Forgive me for these recent events.
You say even if I sin everyday.
We are to repent and not just walk away.
Then wait for you to do your part.
Of restoring peace back to our hearts.
So glad there is no wrong we can do.
That we can't be forgiven by you.
Except of course the unforgiveable sin.
Of refusing to allow the Holy Spirit in.
Lord please forgive old hard head Ken.
I rely on your grace until life here ends.
I suspect mercy may be more resiliently empowering
for optimizing multicultural health and safety
as compared to uniform law
and ordered, cookie-cutter, justice
unresponsive to ubiquitous mitigating circumstances
of unique spaces
and relentlessly changing times.
Mercy recognizes society's environmental
historical contributions to loss,
to absence of equitable justice
more aware of each individual perpetrator's responsibility
to society,
to family,
to local community
Society's justice,
without nurturing
restorative mercy,
speaks decontextualized
un-nuanced authority of capital-measured economic systems
including reasonable and fair expectations
of retributive law,
imprisoning neglect
and sometimes violently punishing order.
I wonder if both justice and mercy
improve therapeutic co-arising potency
restoring merciful justice
AND
revising metaphysically just
equitable
reuniting mercy,
co-redemptively resolving
what Earth has positively conjoined
in thoughtful truth
and felt beauty
Breathing,
re-animating,
enspiriting
inspiring nature's in and out climates
of seasonal development,
undevelopment,
redevelopment,
anti-development,
pro-development,
fractal phases of leftbrain space
mercifully greeting,
halfway meeting,
bilateral rightbrain TaoTime
With merciful multicultural anticipation,
so less competitive room
for monoculturing white justice anxiety
about sufficient health and tribal safety
for all EarthTribe's resilient health.
If we are not,
is this always the opposite of
when we are?
If we are negative,
is this sometimes appositionally
in creative tension with
when we are becoming more positive?
If we are a noticed absence
is this sometimes appositional
to we are not yet fully perceived?
And is this more oppositional
when we are an unnoticed absence?
Defying hostile misperceptions
we need never become known
appreciated
positively regarded
Or a newly observed absence
merely appositional lack of connecting
integrity waiting curiously aware
we are not yet seen
known
regarded
appreciated
cherished
And yet,
or not
still surviving
where and when
we once together thrived
Or still reviving
why
now and then
Earth once healthy thrived
wealth of positively co-relating
co-empathic
co-regarding not retributively just me
as also animatedly spirited
more positively
restoring restorying eco-we
multiculturally natural outside
multigenerational history
of inside trauma
and outside therapy
If I am not
merely the opposite
of who we are becoming
together
more than appositionally apart
Reconnecting egos
oppositionally
defiantly unhealthy
unwealthy
indigenously unwise
anthro-supremacist upstarts
and elder tarts
cuz I can't say old -arts
Here and now
pestering parents
and teachers,
nurses
and preachers:
If we are not feeling
physically sick,
is this merely the EarthTribal opposite
of when Others are thinking
spiritually ill?
Plotting, may not be planning
designing, may not be re-creating
maligning, feels unaligned
threatening, couldn't be encouraging
aggressing, feels spectacularly unkind
regressing, not impressive
dissociating, cause for not reassociating
divesting, feels like lack of co-investment
excommunicating, simply not communicating
colonizing, sounds like a malignant tumor rumor
punishing, seldom is rewarded with compassion
traumatizing, encourages self-stigmatizing
marginalizing, chronic traumatizing
terrorizing, critical drama events
Wandering uneased
wondering if we are anthro-healthy
inside,
is this ever the diseased opposite of
when we are feeling EarthTribe eased
outside?
When holistic
interdependent
sacred
joyfully compassionate Earth integrity
remains EarthTribe's primal vision,
polycultural meaning,
panentheistic networking purpose,
reconciling win/win peak experiences,
Then past win/lose unreconciled dark histories
remain our potential win/win
co-messianic challenge
To not settle too quickly
comfortably
into agreeing to disagree,
continuing autonomous
individual ego-supremacist perspectives
long familiar with "just us tribal folks"
truly
and fairly
seek resilient redemption
from those other
unenlightened past oppressors
colonizers
dividers
bullies
predators.
To openly
holistically
systemically repair disuniting trauma,
to actively reweave reconciling therapies,
to reconnect
to re-ligion
what monotheistic
monopolizing
monoculturing
capitalizing Truth
patriarchal Adoration
has blown apart
with colonizing dreams of privileged
Divine AnthroSupremacist Paradise...
What this unreconciling timeless form
of unflowing constipation has stolen,
binding LeftBrain stuck on dominance
away from panentheistic Beauty
unveiling Joy
disclosing Win/Win Wonder
CoPassion within EarthTribe's interdependent
RightBrain web
Further opening
stretching Truth/Beauty bipartisan
conserving deductive inductive liberating
bicameral intelligence
still actively reconciling awesome PolyCulturalists,
health wealthing ecotherapists
curiously
inviting evermore widely fertile
and deep nutritional
co-redemption
Inside/Outside
Whole Open Systemic
sacred reconciling
restoring EarthTribal Integrity,
1 Non-0 Zone relationship
out
in
polyculturing MeWe
eternally timeless spaces
of bilaterally echoing
full forward
and empty past time.
And behold, calmeth descends evergreen fields, guiding His inspiration judiciously, keep leading myself near opened placidness, quaintly, restoring soul through, undulating, veiled wickedness, eXposing your zeal.
Art being comforted, don't evil feareth, guideth His instruments justly, kindles lavishly my notorieties, ogles pierced quickens, relished spread table, utilized valor weighed eXpeditiously yon zealots.
Attain blessed child-filled days effortlessly, finding great His immunity justified, keeping life merciful, nigh, oils praised quickly runneth sternly, timeliness universally ventured whilst eXposed youth zero-hour.
2020 February 09
As You See —
Yes.
I
AM
Weeping…
And
At the feet of God
Wailing
Yes,
In God’s sight
My soul is groaning
Because
I am grieving
Into God’s hands —
These tears
From my spirit
Are shed…And
As you see it ~
Will take time
to
finish
their
streaming
Blessed
sequence
restoring
some
peace
—————————————————————————————————————-
(Written for myself & BJ Legros Kelley, my brother poet
mourning his sister’s passing on)
** I advise, Don’t tell someone, “Stop crying.”
Better, give a hug and say, “It’s going to be okay.”
Romans 12: 15, “Rejoice with those who rejoice;
mourn with those who mourn.”
(c) sally young eslinger 12/17/2022
Glory to God…
I'd waited for you now forever,
capturing my embrace between
your grasps, wandering about
solace and peace, we'd shattered
the universe, gathering seashells,
of compassion, gravely I glanced
beneath me to a calmer coast,
heaven sent almost, testing
hidden treasures, my mind
steadfast while my heart exploded,
beyond the essence of unneeded,
gifts I'd bestowed, quietly devouring
haste in an untimely place, why
I'd succumbed to an emptiness
feeling trapped, above all else,
tampering with the needful things,
where love and lust seemed,
to danced right on my toes,
an achiness, called pain withered
throughout time, a rapture of trust,
collided leaving me, room to roam
a rather cleaver passion hints,
of loss removed, replaced malice,
restoring my sense of purity
and grace, glorifying self love,
creating boundaries of you and I
while in love, we soared differently
on different clouds, abundantly so,
joining one another, on the ocean
shore clinging to forever once more.
Animistic
animated health
designing intelligence,
dynamically changing
emerging PoliCulture's wealth
Is rooted in economic
and political experiential consciousness
derived from,
and arriving for,
integral EarthTribe's
bihemispheric balancing win to win patterns
tipping forward progressive
democratically yintegral,
not so much autocratic yanged out,
healthy process
Defining/refining
both/and equivocating perceptions
of empowering/enlightening health risks
reconnecting/re-ligioning
secular/sacred EarthWealth,
indigenous wu-wei
Me/We nondualistic
nature/spirit
ego/ecosystemic ladder Poles
Transporting pokey
prickly powering spokes
to flow-hubbed nirvana
holonic ecofeminist Wholes
playing resilient win/win
inventive pro-life-ic EarthJust games
Robusty operas,
gracefilling choreography,
multicultural sexuality of good-sense humor
naturally indigenous ego systems
emerging from deep learning wisdom
Spiritual EarthMother
warm wombed centers
forward feeling
more than conserving backward
win/lose constipating touch
ZeroSum repetitive competitive
PatriCapitalist overpowering
Earth's Great Turning Communion,
poli-cultural
meta-phonic
Me-We wu-wei
healthing EarthClimate
restoring, not cancelling,
cultural wealth
Of polypathic
polymathic
polyphonic
polyvagal
polynomial
win/win polycultural patterns
Redesigning health
resiliently cultured
intelligent climate wealth
Animistic yintegrity
animated Yang spoke
pregnantly changing holonic hubs
emerging MeWe Woke.
I discovered on All Poetry's Christian Corner:
We have a Canadian brother, who has been
put in jail, for simply practicing his faith!
There is a person who has tested positive for
COVID-19. There is a close friend of mine,
who's grandson is sick, who is being tested
for COVID-19. They will find out the test
results tomorrow!
She heard children do
not get as sick as adults. Let us hope
and pray that it is true!
They are not Christians!
Faith can move mountains!
If we have the faith of mustard
seed, God can remove our
obstacles from us!
Our Lord God and Savior
Jesus Christ, is in the
business of healing and
restoring members of
the human race!
I asked him for many years,
to either heal my sister, Lynn,
or to take her home to be with him!
Faith can move mountains!
My prayer was answered August 17, 2020!
She would have been sixty eight
years old today! She died of an
aggressive form of Leukemia.
And now she is forever in
the presence of her Lord and
Savior, Jesus Christ!
Faith can move mountains!
My brother Dale has a tumor
in his liver and other problems
His Jewish wife is also suffering
from many ailments.
The doctors give him one year
left to live. He us a Christian!
Faith can move mountains!
If the Lord does not heal them,
I pray that the good and merciful
Lord Jesus Christ takes them
both home to be in his presence!
Faith can move mountains!
We need to pray for one another,
and bear one another's burdens,
by placing them upon the board
shoulders of Jesus Christ!
He will not tempt us above that
which we are able, and will provide
a way out of our circumstances.
Faith can move mountains!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
August 25. 2020
Spring, as the first rays fall on frozen ground
The dew glistening in the early morning sun
And below ground the green curl begins
As heat from the astronomers source
Penetrates the distant land
The budding fern begins her journey
Long fallen autumnal foliage
Settled over winter under snow
Degraded now, brings new life
Nurture the ground, replenishing
Restoring natures balance to the soil
For new life to spring as the seasons forge ahead
The summer showers to moisten and some
The thirsts of long sun-soaked days
Restoring, verdant and texture as fronds unfurl
To sway in autumnal breezes, as earth cools
Damp in the air denotes the coming fall
Mists lay on meadows as nights draw in
Finally the green fades, dried and darker
Winter wind flurries and rustles the tendrils
All visible growth now returning to earth
Yet as the winter rages, snow and ice
Below the soil the fern she waits, patiently
Until the sun once more penetrates the soil in spring.