Notes
Two dozen binders empty lie on shelf
Dividers stack no longer parts of self –
Or thought divided from complexity
As I reflected, researched, light to see.That project's over, two in fact, entwined –
Base for a church renewed though path resigned
To them, as they take up, decide its place,
Solution theirs – that part of human race.Then Native-ed – best help in Higher-ed:
Be left alone, intact, yet still be fed
As stories fill with food the ponds they swim;
A learning self-empowered to selfhood win.Great fun those were – gave meaning to my days;
I of them speak, sometimes give outward praise
To you, my Father for this world complex
For us to find our paths, record in text.Now I move on – a subject rises now –
Rejoicing: Givers in the body now
To feed, be fed – like hands, and heart, and mind –
To bring correction, there correction find.I clear my shelves, prepare this task to take;
The third of three, so space for it I make;
To give; to fund; to tend; to earn; to share
Resources, cash, clean water, soil and air.Now this one's fun, a world quite new to me –
With others walk in life's complexity;
I've got some coins, some impetus to give,
A searching mind, a life I need to live.So there behind – dividers in a pile;
Two dozen binders empty wait a while
For jotted life – my research notes and such;
What will emerge as of this life I touch?navigation