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The Way is Perfect – an old poem by Amy Carmichael

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Long is the way, and very steep the slope,

Strengthen me once again, O God of Hope.

Far, very far, the summit doth appear;

But Thou art near my God, but Thou art near.

And Thou wilt give me with my daily food,

Powers of endurance, courage, fortitude.

The way is perfect;  only let that way

Be clear before my feet from day to day.

Thou art my Portion, saith my soul to Thee,

O what a Portion is my God to me. (Amy Carmichael)

Psalm 16:5-6  “Lord, you have assigned me my portion and my cup;  you have made my lot secure.  The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; surely I have a delightful inheritance.”IMG_4322

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A love line to God this morning..

God,

I wish

my pen

were the tongue

of a skilful

orator

to applaud

Your

truth,

humility,

righteousness.


VORACIOUS FOR…

IMG_9327VORACIOUS FOR…

-a poem by NinadesusOjos

Food.

that nourishes my body and my mind,

green and raw and crisp and orange,

no greasy, sweet, soft, white, starch, flour,

thirst-quenching springwater,

apples, oatmeal, quinua, squash and lettuce.

Books.

reading to learn,

reading to be stung to think,

reading to laugh,

reading to relax and fly away.

God.

to know Him more,

to enjoy Him more deeply,

to worship Him more fervently,

to study His Word,

to delight myself in my beloved position with Him.

People.

marveling at their quirks and mine,

smiling at a ten-year-old’s clumsy joke,

listening to their hearts,

mourning with them in their grief,

dancing hand-in-hand in their triumphs,

sharing my Lovely and Loving God with them.


In Australia, or, “The Empty Nest”

In Australia, or, “The Empty Nest”

-a poem by NinadesusOjos

 

 

 

In Australia I watched kangaroos and wallabies.

In a small zoo, saw

iridescent-tailed platypus,

surreal koalas eating gum,

Boxy chocolate kookaburras,

Pea green tree frogs with Yoda faces,

a family of them, eleven,

all different sizes,

piled on top of each other

like a heap of sticky emeralds.

Small gray wallabies like babies,

Tall rangey kangaroos like gawky

adolescents,

All the females

with their offspring in their pouch,

safely, cozy, in their pouch.

But my children, oh, they’re FAR away!

What makes a home?

I never thought I could envy a wallaby.

Zookeepers told, “Joeys keep their offspring

near the pouch two years or longer.”

How many, translated to humans?

I never believed I could envy a kangaroo…

I watched those females,

their young safe within their pouch

or hopping nearby, blythe,

ready to dive back in at sign

of danger.

Those moms grazed alert, brooding,

watchful, content.

My children, so far away,

now with only God vigilant over them

each night and day. (NOT ME!)

No longer me…

I place them, yet again,

in HIS care each day.

No longer me…


Neighbors

NEIGHBORS

My neighbors live at the edge

of the River Rocha

open canal

chemical waste, raw sewage.

Their homes pop up, proliferate

like toadstools after rain,

disappear again,

houses of ripped sheet plastic, sticks, garbage.

When we visit with donations

one man with long white hair,

dark sunburned wrinkles,

asks, “soymilk instead?”

Four more are young

wild wiry glue-sniffers,

dusty, tousled hair,

angry, jumpy eyes.

One keeps three sheep in the riverbed,

hobbled, corraled with clinging driftwood.

Traffic whines within yards, oblivious,

every few weeks police knock down,

set afire my neighbors’ homes,

they scout the city garbage bins

for present food and future building materials,

they want squatters’ rights

to this land nobody else wants

and nobody else wants them to own,

they stake claim

in the pestilential air

on the burned, polluted flood silts

dotted with spindling shrubs,

their lives as tentative and embattled

as the gnarled and stunted willows

barely growing

in the Rocha riverbed.

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Cala Lilies, or Watching Winter Olympics 2014 from South America!

IMG_2022IMG_5413-a poem by NinadesusOjos

Grace in my South American garden,

icy little dancers,

girls in  yellow dresses

twirling fast and straight

in center of furling rinks,

each one

a yellow candle taper

on a snowy wax

doily

edged with green.


Found this wonderful new (old!) book – “Spirit of the Disciplines – understanding how God changes lives”, by Dallas Willard

Here’s a quote from the early pages of it:

BETWEEN THE DUSTHEAP AND THE HEAVENS

An initial clue to guide our understanding of our nature may be found in our aspirations to take in their sharp and obvious contrast with our physical being. The poets as well as the writers of Scripture were vividly aware of this contrast.  Humankind aspires to beauty and power, to purity and dignity, to knowledge and endless love.  And yet we are wandering heaps of protoplasm – bits of “portable plumbing” as the poet Stephen Spender says. (p. 46)


Pied Beauty by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Glory be to God for dappled things –

For skies of couple-color as a brinded cow;

For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;

Fresh-firecoal chestnut falls, finches wings;

Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plow;

And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.

All things counter, original, spare, strange;

Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

With swift, slow, sweet, sour;  adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:

Praise him.


VORACIOUS FOR…

IMG_9327VORACIOUS FOR…

-a poem by NinadesusOjos

Food.

that nourishes my body and my mind,

green and raw and crisp and orange,

no greasy, sweet, soft, white, starch, flour,

thirst-quenching springwater,

apples, oatmeal, quinua, squash and lettuce.

Books.

reading to learn,

reading to be stung to think,

reading to laugh,

reading to relax and fly away.

God.

to know Him more,

to enjoy Him more deeply,

to worship Him more fervently,

to study His Word,

to delight myself in my beloved position with Him.

People.

marveling at their quirks and mine,

smiling at a ten-year-old’s clumsy joke,

listening to their hearts,

mourning with them in their grief,

dancing hand-in-hand in their triumphs,

sharing my Lovely and Loving God with them.


A love line to God this morning..

img_2769God,

I wish

my pen

were the tongue

of a skilful

orator

to applaud

Your

truth,

humility,

righteousness.