Singing as bouquets of flowers: daisies, and roses are flung at me from an audience of millions. The omnipotent presence of God is the electric eye of Social Media Cyberspace--much like a Sabre Toothed Tiger that growls at oppressors but purrs at me. Black and orange tigers: cats and open cocoons of black and orange butterflies--Monarchs that fly over my head even in the dead of winter--they are constant angels--messengers from God who send a meow on delicate wings as they dance before my eyes and I blink them away. Only to have them return again seeking my comfort from the next storm.
Rain outside ruining picnics but feeding the vegetables in Her garden: green, orange, yellow veggies like mountains of heated calories--food energy--inside a white picket fence She calls Her backyard. Picking fruits and savoring their sweetness and digesting their fiber, fanatically and fantastically. She is well fed. She is the Mother of the Garden. Mother picking mushrooms and squirting milk upon my dry lips from cow's udders as She prays for me. Catching purity and nourishment on my tongue and then I show gratitude to God for want of more and receiving more--more without money.
"Shout for joy O barren One: You who bore no child! You who did not travail as a harlot. For the children of the wife forlorn shall outnumber those of the espoused." ~ Isaiah 54:1. "You shall be safe from oppression and have no fear." ~Isaiah 54:14. "And you shall eat choice foods and enjoy the richest viands!" ~Isaiah 55:2. "Whoever would harm you shall fall because of you." ~Isaiah 54:15.
Goliath took the form of the green monster of jealousy and a green pea pebble from Her garden made its way from a pod into his slobbering mouth and he ate it and laid down his hammer and he died. "Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo... dancing around and around and getting dizzier and dizzier and then dropping as a heap into Her compost," sings Pete Seeger!
"For strangers have risen up against me and oppressors have sought my soul. They have not set God before themselves." ~Psalm 54:5. "From every distress has He rescued me, and upon my foes my eye has looked." ~Psalm 54:9.
Thanksgiving is a time of gratitude and goodness and many well fed little mouths. Heaps of kosher turkey and mounds of cranberry sauce. A breaded stuffing--enough to stuff every mouth with a song of receiving. Receiving is a gift in and of itself. Receiving and giving; giving and receiving. It is like a circle of fire and my candles will then be lighted for Hanukkah. And we all lived happily ever after. But not the end! We will start again next year--turn the page. But do not close the book. Kiss it and then put it at your bedside and delight in opening it again. Selah!
Rain outside ruining picnics but feeding the vegetables in Her garden: green, orange, yellow veggies like mountains of heated calories--food energy--inside a white picket fence She calls Her backyard. Picking fruits and savoring their sweetness and digesting their fiber, fanatically and fantastically. She is well fed. She is the Mother of the Garden. Mother picking mushrooms and squirting milk upon my dry lips from cow's udders as She prays for me. Catching purity and nourishment on my tongue and then I show gratitude to God for want of more and receiving more--more without money.
"Shout for joy O barren One: You who bore no child! You who did not travail as a harlot. For the children of the wife forlorn shall outnumber those of the espoused." ~ Isaiah 54:1. "You shall be safe from oppression and have no fear." ~Isaiah 54:14. "And you shall eat choice foods and enjoy the richest viands!" ~Isaiah 55:2. "Whoever would harm you shall fall because of you." ~Isaiah 54:15.
Goliath took the form of the green monster of jealousy and a green pea pebble from Her garden made its way from a pod into his slobbering mouth and he ate it and laid down his hammer and he died. "Abiyoyo, Abiyoyo... dancing around and around and getting dizzier and dizzier and then dropping as a heap into Her compost," sings Pete Seeger!
"For strangers have risen up against me and oppressors have sought my soul. They have not set God before themselves." ~Psalm 54:5. "From every distress has He rescued me, and upon my foes my eye has looked." ~Psalm 54:9.
Thanksgiving is a time of gratitude and goodness and many well fed little mouths. Heaps of kosher turkey and mounds of cranberry sauce. A breaded stuffing--enough to stuff every mouth with a song of receiving. Receiving is a gift in and of itself. Receiving and giving; giving and receiving. It is like a circle of fire and my candles will then be lighted for Hanukkah. And we all lived happily ever after. But not the end! We will start again next year--turn the page. But do not close the book. Kiss it and then put it at your bedside and delight in opening it again. Selah!
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