Jesus Grew Up + From Everlasting
from wilderness unto Gethsemane
from His 1st Flood unto the victory on
the Cross which glorified, fully fulfilled
Isaiah 9, verse 6, His wandering
in Sinai fiery furnace fiery trial
unto the tears of blood among the blooms
among which He proceeded towards night's cross,
His victory overcoming cornerstone,
the cornerstone of best fit of all lines.
The God Man, Divine Human Jesus Christ,
addresses us in verses of best fit,
aims for the most regenerations,
(a maximum utilitarian approach
exactly in accordance with the love
of liberty) and blooms within us at
exactly when we can be kept in love,
a love that gradually gets purified.
A pure relational event transpires,
and following this brush with joyous dawn
you no more need the proof of which they speak
than need to prove your partner has a mind.
Regeneration sucks the poison from
our wounds, our wound up fantasising lusts
for anything, not just arousal in
the narrow sense, but anything at all.
It's Jesus who instructs how to love,
who flows into our stockpiled divine truths
as wine into a vessel, brightly shines
from Mt Paran, blooms-rises in the heart
the hunted hare has, gentleness upon
it, has it, cups it carefully, so much
more carefully than we cup ants (but great
by far than we above the ants, His love
sustaining us from plunging into Hell!).
Beyond our thoughts in secret passageways
outside of training forms like time and space,
belief becomes instruction in the art
of love instead of bitterness, first stir
of mutual love, the pearl of great price known
as charity, the charity on which
the law and prophets hang, the cuckoo clock
of prophecy, the passion play of fall
in charity in course of quarters, love
consociating us where we most belong.
He knows that many simply will not believe
so gives us many leaves for healing lands,
domesticates hereditary sin,
the tendencies thereto which we all have.
He does not need one's testimony but
our everlasting Father Jesus Christ,
that inexpressible and holy joy
who calibrated what is holiness
was clearly intertwined with all
conception and all creativity –
“without whom there is nothing done that's done” --
and outside ordinary time and space.
Joy taught one thereby how to overcome
past bitterness, establishing excuse
upon excuse for other people, how
to notice one's wound up severity.
This is not dogma! these are field notes here,
this happens as your partner happens, as
a migraine happens, as the radio
will bongo, as we drain a dram of dream.
These then are field notes on the living God
relational event dawn Jesus Christ
one can't express! such intricate and vast
expansive silent organ music! How
dawn helped one get up in the morning! How
His love instructed one in noticing
the other human beings, loving them
(1st Thessalonians 4:9, I believe),
the mutual love of Jesus in our hearts
that swallows up the flood the dragon spews.
