5/29 Poem: Lamp (Under) Stand

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“No one lights a lamp and then covers it with a bowl or hides it under a bed.
A lamp is placed on a stand, where its light can be seen by all who enter the house.
For all that is secret will eventually be brought into the open, and everything that is concealed will be brought to light and made known to all.
So pay attention to how you hear.
To those who listen to my teaching, more understanding will be given.
But for those who are not listening, even what they think they understand will be taken away from them.
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Luke‬ ‭8‬:‭16‬-‭18‬ ‬‬

There’s something we must understand
If we want a life that is grand
And that is we must face the fright
Of seeing our darkness in light

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5/2 Limericks: In Adequacy

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The cause of our worst maladies
Is our deep insecurities
That cause us to chafe
At Law, to feel safe
From those who seem our enemies

The alternative remedy
Is finding true adequacy
By sharing Christ’s cross
We win from each loss
And turn our shame to His glory

Jonah’s Brother

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Earnest: Yo, Jonah!

Jonah: Yo, Earnest! What brings you all the way back here to Nineveh?

E. Well, it’s kind of embarrassing…

J. Please don’t tell me this is for another whale pun!

E. What? No, nothing like that.

J. Whew. That’s a relief. I can handle anything except another whale pun.

E. Oh, great! I actually wanted to talk to you about bitterness and judgmentalism.

J. …

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Mrs. Jesus #5/7: Wood Friday

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Continued from Mrs. Jesus #4/7: Thor’s Hammer Day

Prologue

Jesus wraps his arms around me and lowers me to the mattress
“I’m scared,” I whisper
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my brow
“Don’t worry. I will always be with you, even if you can’t see me.”

For the comfort of my body
Jesus placed a small cot by the Tree of Life
I gaze up at it as he fastens two roots to the holes in my wrists
My body is not what I’m worried about

The sensation is what I imagine dialysis fees like
Or a blood transfusion
The lifeblood of the tree fills me
As mine pours into it
As my consciously slowly wanders off

To sleep, perchance to dream

The Ex-Wife

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