Jack Spratt

120814 07:19 dreaming

Man's reach should exceed his grasp, or what's a heaven for?
--Robert Browning

Be honored if I call you children or child for I refer to we as creatures of, the Who Created Us; magnificent. Our inherent genius is the Creators most magnificent gift freely given to all for such talents and genius to go as far as IT goes. . . .Coupled with Free Will to choose our inplementum to fill the unknown with meaning & purpose.

In my awakening dream I played with Annie who by turns was both benign and terror; both pet and destroyer. Who then, by turns, played with and destroyed me as was within her nature created demonstrating the plethora of God. Who, of course, knows I love her unreasonably since I am from cradle to grave a 'cat person.' 

Thus did I receive the demonstration of choice. We all have a choice to be or not to be anything we chose in life; to love or destroy our adversary. The choice to destroy swift gratification implementation of our talent/genius while to choice to love less obvious: arduous, slow, and demanding of us faith that we alone are not and can never be the creator of us The Who, The I Am what we so easily invoke and petition to save us from all harm; our Savior.

What sort of beast was/is Jesus? My beloved friend Fritz Eichenberg depicted the Peaceable Kingdom, what we seek as Heaven, by keeping separate the Lamb and The Lion yet to me I've always seen the Lion as Lioness and so was unable to exposit my sense of God as both Male & Female; a Lamb that roars while laving our face in welcome home to Love, with fetid or sweet breath. 

Last mention of me who in becoming zero to know and love the entirety of creation that we be well and if to expire this species obvious to me become that which God intended? The separation of goats from sheep. The above sighted poem was from memory the first I remember and one stuck in the fur of my tongue a cocklebur now in old age dissolved into a seed growing a pearl. 

I would if I could be an author better able to elicit from you your best offering in gratitude for life; what we so glibly dismiss in our genius to love or destroy. What is it that we see as motive to profit or prophesy? By our choice ignorant or informed do we create our reception at the time of our death naked and bereft of all conceits and illusions about our life's accomplishments before the Judge?

If I become like God then I become a child dreaming all the manifold facets of you in reverence adored. Yet for myself I plead that you attend your dreams and their consequence. And judge not the good or ill of anyone without close examination of both yourself and your "enemy."

Footnote:
I was taught that I was to dumb 'to get in out of the rain' and so when English composition was taught my mind went blank and thus this poor product of mine has no excuse except that I loved those who named me such. 

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