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Gratitude and Grace and Truth

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In the end I will hand my last breath over to God.

I will assume all previous breaths were my own.

I will claim all beats of heart were an act of my will.

When my toes touched the floor each morning

I take for granted that God let me live another day.

 

In this parenthesis of time, this apparent thesis,

God coaches, God reminds me to take deeper breaths.

God meets me at the edge of my bed and gifts

me with five senses to inhabit his world.

I am gently reminded of the grace I live in.

 

“All is grace,” said Manning.

“Find the grace to lay truth bare,” said Cockburn.

Don’t ask the question and walk away

like Pilate, stay and wait for possibility.

Grace and truth walked among us then.

Please walk with me Jesus and increase my heart rate.

 

John 1:17 (KJV)

For the law was given by Moses, but grace and truth came by Jesus Christ.

John 1:14 (KJV)

And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.

Paint By Number

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The evening stroked

and for a moment colors

separated,

distinct,

no amalgamation.

 

It was only a moment

and I remembered my dad

dipping a thin brush point.

There sat a row of attached plastic urns

each slightly bigger than a thimble

with a number assigned to each color.

The image lay bare

like a cartographers’ map of a lake.

Numbers in the center of turquoise outlines.

 

It was only a moment

then memories amalgamated

and my dad and my son

bled across the lines

in the sunset.

Early Autumn

pink trees

These are a couple of Paint by Number images I recall. I have been reassessing what it means to be a dad and last night the evening skies triggered a memory. So much room to grow.

Surround

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Sir Round,

I am writing to you

to ask for a continuance.

King Linear lords it over me.

 

Come thou now and help me with circles.

The ones I drew with eyes and a half circle

like a bowl facing the heavens.

Smiles drawn in the dirt.

 

The lines of men squarely turn oft times

at ninety degree angles.

3.14 sounds like a piece of pie

as the numbers spiral off into infinity.

 

Nights at the round table

asking questions which deflect off curves.

Job asked and God circled back in return:

Where were you when?

 

Sir Round,

Guide me again in what comes around.

Surround me in prayers which never end.

A diagram of a circle, with the width labeled as diameter, and the perimeter labeled as circumference

“It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth,” This is the only use of the word circle in the King James version of the Bible.

Read Isaiah 40:18-31 Lots of questions asked throughout. I am okay with the asking and am learning to ponder  the questions which circle back from God. There is a roundness of relationship which I often slice in two with only linear thinking. Jesus asked many questions in response to questions. The root word of questions is quest btw.

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