Beyond “M…e”

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God takes note of each

instrument, scoring Heaven

measure for measure.

Standards’ Room Only

What manner of Love

is described by many

both faithfully & blindly

careful to admonish or polish

never stumbling into pride?


Not selfish or weak like me

YOU

My Lord, only Friend

in the fire and lion’s den

of many trials & failures


The Lamb laid down

to serve us

bitter herbs

’til the death

of our unnatural cravings


Weep for the losses & arise

as He will(s)

so His Blood

covers our passage

through dark nights

of the soul.

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If/Then…

(Inspired by previous Becoming The Oil & The Wine post)

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If not every shiny thing, then certainly the Son shine of joy that comes in figurative morning

If a broken vessel, then one filled with love flowing directly, especially to low places yet wiped by a crown not self-absorbed; just willing to soak in The Presence of Him Who takes away the sin of the world

His Love, Power defies logic.

The some-called Logos, He Lives beyond words.

For Cast

Songs spoke

of trying Him and knowing Him

silly how i used to sing along

riff for riff

without truly knowing the difference

 

That trials, endured, might make us strong

but to test Him is surely to fail ourselves

Later learning that

true knowledge of God begins

i’m afraid

with terrific intimacy

unlike any jealous spouse

we encounter

albeit providing and abiding in

steadfast Love

 

The central cusp of those realities

trying & knowing

is the straight, narrow line

taut with life

exciting even

fishermen

who exorcise out-of-sight

Faith.

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.

A Vessel Named You

Vertical turnstile bruised my heel

Not so much that i missed the intended departure

in a subway car named 3756

or something like that

for whatever it’s worth

 

On board

a man opened his briefcase

revealing unlikely sheets

of music he read silently

“It’s So Hard to Say Goodbye to Yesterday”

Yesteryear i might’ve agreed more

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Casa Reap

Last night i dreamed

i was conducting dorm checks

of students in ministry

only one of whom i know in waking life

an expecting friend

who chased bad boys and left

campus where they were

commissioned for All

in-tents and purposes

to much higher learning

 

i was grateful to find

two young men where they belonged

With tuition most high

should we have to ask

why do good?

Girls love mammon more

sometimes

 

Above ground

in the light of day

a tall man spoke

to all who had heart to hear

“The bad news

is that we’re in trouble

The good news is that

Jesus is here”

 

True, brother

i understand that

He longs to have us all

on The Vine, mainline

The nerve of us to monopolize

what whole nations need

like Love, water, oil

and clean breeze mixed

with Inspiration

Holding a taller sign

he read my life

simply

“Abide in Christ”

In other words

stay as you were when you met Me

 

Beneath the surface

again

“Ladies & gentlemen

due to an earlier investigation

we are experiencing delays”

both ways

the announcer projected

i didn’t mind

the extra time to ruminate

as thriving depends

on better digesting every morsel and meal

God provides

 

i take every chance to write

as sacred assignment

since trading crushes for building

in the shack

of my rebirth.

Transferable Skills (Re: Arrangement)

Carhartt outer garment

infinite sizes bigger than

the current man

whose cheeks had also

likely been fuller

instead of a-sunken

part of his frame

needing the jaws of Life


Fidget. Self-talk. Fidget…

Many pretended not to notice him

I couldn’t help but notice us all, an arguably bad habit

that led me to wait for, then hold, his gaze and smile

“Miss, can I transfer to the _ here?”

Over the years, my spirit became unfamiliar

with steps I once took in my sleep

Such uncertainty appreciated

the interruption of a brother quickened to care

“Hey big man. Stay on for one more stop.

Then you can make your transfer.”

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Rearranged mosaic tiles (Original art ©Nataniel Fuster)

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