Posts made in March, 2014

The Thrum of the Heavens

Posted in Reflections & Visions

The Thrum of the Heavens

Where there is comfort and love let me dwell there. Where there is mercy and peace let me take up my habitation. Let my home be a place where the sweet savour of Life can be known in the very air that we breathe. Four walls alone cannot make a place where souls can dwell at peace with their God. The deliberate resurrection, daily of Christ’s example of sacrifice of forgiveness of regard for the Father’s will These can fill the four corners with the air of the Spirit. And the thrum of the heavens will fill this place. The vibrations of heavens’ song will resound in the hearts gathered here. Lord let that blessing be poured down upon this place. Your Spirit’s habitation is not only in the highest of heights But also here in the heart of these hearts. Sing in these hearts spirit of the everlasting Launch your song into the ether of this planet from this little place That your Presence might be glorified Sing, and make your song the theme of this territory and the testimony of these grounds. Let the glory notes of your breezes blow. Let the soil resound. Let the turves sing your praises a song of songs up from the earth’s core. Sent to the skies and the billowing clouds. Let it ring true the song of the earth in harmony with its maker. ttorus...

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Oom-Pah

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Oom-Pah

So early now that darkness yet gilds my world and thought. The patter of rain on the gutters foretells of a day of rain and cloud Yet this metallic sound is complemented by the birdsong that greets every dawning. Dawn in me now, Lord in my heart as in every dawn. In my heart’s tempo compose the music of today, and tomorrow. Let the pace of your Spirit be the tramping of your marching band. I will be any one instrument or all. I will slap the drum smartly or oom-pah the tuba to shake one’s bones I will raise the shout of the trumpet or slide the trombone. Provide me any instrument or this conductor’s baton waved in air set to the tramping of my own heart And I will raise my spirit to you. My heart is yet tender despite the years and your Spirit yet teaches me gentleness and compassion humility and reserve. You have indeed taken that heart of stone and made of it this heart of flesh. Let my song be gentle a complement to the birdsong and the patter of rain As the light returns to bless this day and all its inhabitants. Color my world with your colors and with the sounds of your symphonic serenade That my heart may sing and my eyes may paint a world of your goodness and a life in your love. ttorus...

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Bedtime for Bobby

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Bedtime for Bobby

It’s bedtime for Bobby & nothing to stop me too. No bumps in the night or mysterious ‘Boo’s No bench-seat with buttresses or bachelors’s blues No basket of biscuits or butterfly shoes No bikini-clad babes with beautific boobs No beaches with bonfires no Betsies or Sues No banana-bread barfly or bunyans in twos No bark on the banyan tree or big bash at Bill’s No basset-hounds baying at Bugs’s back-door No barnyard in backwoods or buntings on bandoleers No wet-covered bed-cover nor bitten-back tears No bushes in the baggage or bunches of buzzy bees You bet your bottom dollar booby It’s time now for bed.   ttorus...

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Cool Are the Waters

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Cool Are the Waters

Springtime the birdsong seems clearer and stronger And laughter seems closer and nearer the heart. The spirit of my Father seems more real to my soul And to capture His presence as simple as turning my own face, to His. The comforts of quiet and demands for the moment held in abeyance My heart for this moment is free from the wrenching of schedules and clock-works. I am free from the wheels and the pedals that accelerate our time. My heart, I feel the surging of your fluids like the gentle waves on the beach of the harbor Rising like the tides to the fullness and the heights that will meet the day. I am comforted with the strength of an almighty God Coursing through my every vein a river everlasting whose source is the rainfall from heaven on the mountain peaks of my soul Where even the snows chilled into ice by passage through the atmospheres of this earth Must melt with the spring. These waters of the spirit renewed by the least warmth rush gladly to my veins Cooling the fevers of yesterday’s troubles And prepared to become those waters of life spoken of by our Lord A fount everlasting feeding even the springs beneath the surface. Cool are the waters of heaven. They begin in the mists of the high mountains in my soul. They gather in the snow-melt and trickle past the roots of hemlock and pine Finding their way in rivulets beneath the fringes of ice Gaining their momentum from every molecule added in passage Till at last in a waterfall of spirit The waters break free from rock rush through air delighting in freedom And splashing at last into the pond of my meditations. Chill, cool mountain stream speak to me of heaven and those lofty heights up among the clouds Where angels’ voices converse so softly of all things divine And the quiet laughter of heaven’s joy echoes from the highest. I hear it. My soul and my heart will linger in these heights and take pleasure in the Presence of all. ttorus...

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