Pilgrim Walk - to Cape York

 

True, I'm on a long walk

to the top of Cape York ….

from Flinders Street Station 

in Melbourne I've hastened,

or dawdled, as might be, 

your judgement I'll soon see,

or hear, or pick up then,

but I've truly not been

that worried, 'coz I know

I'll soon be a-dead-o*.

From now on my life's

not mine, or my wife's.

Creative love triffles

with much more than riffles;

it thought up this whole world,

then let it be straight hurled

to such an abyss

as we have, like this

that beckons and smells 

of trysts in its dells.

With offspring that kindle

again, love's fire dwindled.

Creative love's conduit,

to this world, to renew 't

from dying old embers

that love still remembers.

And I would now too,

as I walk with you.

So, what do you do -

but spend life, give true?

A big lie I swallowed

is that things are hollowed,

out putting appearance

with not much adherence.

Now, I say "That's rot!",

and hate it a lot.

An image, or icon,

baloon-popping spike on

which only-appear-ness

is tested for clearness.

The sheerness of truth

with honesty's tooth.

Helps cut out the rot

that double-speak's got.

Will our words still match

their offspring which hatch?

Will our actions & words

be like "woofer's eggs", turds?

Or hatch out some vipers,

or babes that need dipers?

The higher the off spring,

more treasured, it will bring

more love and care out in

this world where we're trav'lin';

for it coalesces, 

in places where messes

are happ'ning 'coz loves'

ways don't major on shoves,

but coming down, kneeling,

to get close, and feeling..

Responding to calls

& cries isn't all;

sometimes it's the start

of the day, so the heart

can learn to give thanks

for the goodness of banks

that keep water flowing

and wildflowers growing,

let people recline,

and listen, in time.

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* "I'll soon be a-dead-o" is not meant to just be starkly jarring. But it is a reference to an old cultural rite & practice which (is a bit jarring, but which) I still use as a way to move forward, in my apprenticeship to Yeshua BarNazaret. He had the rite done to him, then fully lived out the meaning of it in his life, and calls his true followers to extend his way of life into other parts of the world, and other times in world history. For his style of loving & creative world-rule he culturally appropriated "washing", "eating a staple food", & "drinking from a cup" (& one of his ambassadors talked this way about "changing clothes"). My reference itself references the "washing" metaphor of being already washed of your old life, and stepping out into a new & creative life, with a new and creative WAY of living, that is ratified daily, and joyfully anticipated to come to fulfilment.

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