Roll Call

Daily

The Most High GOD calls us

out of her ~ the Babylonian/world ~ system

which includes a lot more than meets

the natural

‘I’

 

The methods vary.

 

Once i received the inclination

to reduce then end

my secular music intake

moving on His word too slowly

still turning

to the local urban contemporary station

ready to switch

should its content & decency not mix

 

Before long

every turn on

hours or days apart

featured the same dead artist

 

There was one exception

A change of station presented

an unchanging God

through opening chords

to “Walk Like An Egyptian”

 

My heart heard Him clearly

‘Don’t undo My deliverance

Leave that alone!

Amen…’

 

We are all given a role

maybe two & so forth

according to His purpose

 

This morning

i am inspired to create or find & modify

a cinnamon-raisin roll recipe

to prepare with Love

yet no leaven

 

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Beyond “M…e”

Pinterest image via “Tonia” in “Measure Twice, Cut Once” board @ https://www.pinterest.com/pin/329607266451523178/

 

God takes note of each

instrument, scoring Heaven

measure for measure.

Your chosen; right

necks to You – their pulse visibly strongest in the land

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Shoulders & backs – multigenerational support of the upright Word; knowing what to carry, what to turn from

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Arms & hands –  for carriage, service and solidarity that don’t partake of idleness

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Chest – precious home of heart treasures and breath of Life; covered by jewels of Your entrusted wisdom

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Gut – from where we cry unto You; receiving and processing the nourishing milk & meat of Your Spirit

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Hips & groin – to gird and further birth Your gospel

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Legs – to help us move on the promises of Your way, truth & life

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Feet – with which to stand on God’s promises and, in due time (often somewhere near 64) per His holy will, rest there.

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Pause & reflect.

“You Send Me”

i don’t recall

how the conversation began

with that man

only that it was on a familiar street

with a strange request

for people who’d just randomly met

‘A classic song, please?’

“You Send Me”


That was then

Both of us have long left

that summertime corner

years later complete with a lovely mural

of ladies called Justice, Motherhood, Liberty

and even i

make strange requests now


That the foe or friend

Holy Spirit took in hand

forcing my rebirth or gently hold mine

as i learned to walk

again

understand how i adore God for them;

simply awaiting His direction

regarding my assignment(s) under Heaven

since Christ issued

my passport.

Alone Together

By definition

in part

“at least one member of the pair

benefits from the relationship;

the other member, maybe”

 

Ours has begun

albeit not commensal

The Blood came

to freely bless

absent of parasitism

The honor of God

mutual

as able

 

neither goose

anymore susceptible

to improper ganders

nor in need of keeping up

appearances

 

Instead

i am just Living

with Life

not average

or upset

but within

healthy means

as God sees

fit

 

like

symbiosis




Wear Your Size

Some classic songs and whomever taught us to dress

emphasize the importance of wearing our sizes

i.e. what is suitable for your dimensions


We dress:

  • in the uniforms of our duties
  • in the nudity of our birth & comfort
  • in the style of the day
  • in what the weather, environment suggests
  • in second skins to enhance & reveal what we feel are strengths
  • in flowing garments akin to freedom of movement 
  • in leaves of shame
  • in the sackcloth of humble repentance
  • in prodigal robes
  • in righteousness, praise, Love

Do you fit there, in

Are you just trying (others); perhaps, too hard


Some seek

to explain the omnipresence, the ubiquity, the ‘All-ness’

of the Holy Trinity


 

i believe

more than the time, frame

it is the fullness of Holy Spirit

within wo/man that

makes the difference


The Bible teaches

of three heavens

allowing room within God

for Infinity and a Bride

the shape of which is to die for

altogether lovely yet

massive enough for many mansions


Let us

pursue fitness for The Kingdom.

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For Given

We embraced, parting ways

and i continued on my journey

to rest

Some time later

s/he took it upon self

to call continuously questioning

past slights in self-doubting upset

long since alright with me

having had my own struggles

with Love and the seeds thereof

along The Way

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S/he didn’t remember

we’d already reasoned together

the murmuration of personal torment

stirred by spirits

the Savior allowed some

It was not beneficial to pick fight or scab

so i laughed and played

music calmly reminding me

how hard it can be

accepting the freedom, responsibility

elevated gravity

of Being, in Him

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Visual representation of Malachi 4:2 (KJV)

Living Color

Featured picture: “Healing in His Wings” by Rachel K. Harpham

Out of the mouth of an elevator

the babe and her elder guardian emerged

Mother heading to the reception desk

Child bee-lining for more signs of Life

With the pointed push of a button

the princess subject all to one command

Windows

the water fountain

the lobby chairs

one or two waiting patrons

would be released

After a minute behind the blinds

realizing I saw her

with no intention to pretend otherwise

she sauntered over to me


“Hi”

“Good morning, sweetheart. So, you like ‘Frozen’, huh?”

“Yeah. It’s my favorite! I watch it all the time.”

“That’s so cool! Do you like Princess Elsa or just lots of snowy days?”

“It’s my favorite, favorite movie! I watched it at home just now. Heyyy…your tooth is dirty.”

I laughed heartily at the type of innocent yet raw honesty I love, its resonance with a separate chat I’d had regarding a few procedures I must schedule. In her five-year-old lexicon, there was no distinguishing between being chemically stained, unbrushed, lipsticked and such. Things were simply as clean or dirty as they appeared to her; that’s it.

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Duly Noted

Most peculiar

variation on a theme

I thought I was supposed to forget

or had forgotten me

Bespectacled

strong stance facing mine;

a cross, the Way

I hadn’t introduced

but believe i knew

or am getting to know

Been see(k)ing the desire of my heart

everywhere lately

Dutiful Father showing up

taking me to school

every morning

no matter my route or schedule

Of course, the reflection was just

one of Your sons

yet it made my day to notice him

writing something in his hand

before he stepped away;

a chosen and deliberate activation

of muscle memory

I smiled inside

understanding that

whatever it was

must’ve been important

The Door opened at his station

then a man dressed

as a famous mime sang and strummed

“And I Love Her”.