walking about within the house of God!

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walking, playing with these thoughts & words, and on some piano keys (at Black Forest Farm where I stayed today too).

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So here we are within your own precinct,

where you and me stand in the house of God.

The blue ceiling is sometimes not distinct 

for cloudy curtains cov'ring what we've got

make images to minds which love to bring 

sense & meaning to the things around. 

What if you made a house for your offspring 

that had these gumtree pillars from the ground…

to show your mighty goodness and your strength,

to oxigenate air, and give us shade?

Creative goodness has gone to this length,

not only in designs, but what's been made.

Your thoughtfulness towards who's in your mind

(which is the whole creation where we rest),

is tuned into when children learn to  find 

what comes to us when you prompt, and suggest.

You are the God who gave image in ac-

tion, who could access all our inside thoughts

and too imaginings, that scary fact

is wonderful as well, for we'd be caught

within that web of love that thinks of all,

not just our outside actions, but inside.

You are more scary than the biggest fall, 

and you're the one in whom we can confide.

So here I under stand in your precinct,

while walking round within the house of God.

Who ever could have thought that you'd have winked

distinctly, and you were so wonderful.

For you don't mind our bricks and mortar, con-

-crete, metal that we've managed to mine out

from your good ground, and work the stones upon 

it, there's a whole lot more than what we've found.

The motive of the message with its  means:

you've given us the fruit that has its seed

within it, so that we could plant and glean,

enough for all, if not for all our greed.

O God you are the meaning and the message.

I heard that Christ was quite a bit like you, 

could take a tip, and teach us what is blessage.

And thank you for the blessing of this zoo.

The problem ain't the animals within it,

but humans who act lower than their call.

Oh God I'd love to dwell in/on, not bin it.

These are the musings of a little Paul.

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