shorts

i have no 'words of wisdom' today
no thoughts that might be of help to anyone
no bright sparks of firelight to brighten
naught even my own soul would benefit from ..

the soul is dark
a chilled dampness
as if i'm trying to sleep under the trees on a cold night

un-comfortable
putout
wandering in my darkened world
again
a-bloody-gain ..

there is much truth in the thought that bondage cannot quench the spirit of a person who is free indeed
true freedom lies beneath the surface and ultimately is funded by God and Godlikeness ..
but the philosophy of freedom is paradoxically often distilled in the workings of deprivation and agitation and offense and violence and hard times

all too often it's not until we are bound that we appreciate freedom
not till we're fettered to some ballandchain that we miss walking and jumping and running and ..

God doesn't order suffering, but he can use it
twist it and mash it and stretch it till it becomes a betterment, a spiritual growth hormone ..
let him

.. . . ..      .


a friend walks strange places in their mind as life-threads pop and fray
and that long-in-the-making tapestry, once a beautiful lifestory, now looks to unwind into a million different coloured threads
leaving my friend unwound
wounded
wondering

. . . .      .


a neigbourhood Nosy regularly traverses the church grounds
looking for whatever
reporting everything ..
people think she's out to get the church, particularly for it's ministry with homeless people ..

after service on sundays we join our homeless friends for lunch
good hot just-cooked food prepared for people that care about homeless people
sunday-gone was potluck sunday - 5 sundays a month are unusual and everyone just brings something

saturday night ' knock-knock '
someone delivered 7 or 8 large pans of still-hot food as a donation for sunday lunch
apparently it was unused food from a catering

it was a gift from Nosy ..

you think maybe somehow her heart is turning  ?

i do, God

thanks