The Third Piece

When all drawn out (well, all? – not quite)
I see some parts – one part's not right –
My section of the river-run
Is all jammed up with logs – no fun.

Not just for me, but for all men –
It does not budge, though flow it can
For river flows around and through
The jam of logs – as rivers do.

Three snags there were – just one remains:
First snag to blow – style not the same
For learning in First Nations tribe –
Self-learning's space where they reside.

This insight came Perceiver style –
A snag I hit and searched a while,
Then asked, “What am I missing here?”
“It shows their learning style clear”.

The second snag to blow away
Came indirect as well one day
When I had written out my books,
Then someone at my Thesis looked –

I saw I did not culture fit;
Saw Echoland reflected it;
Then TCK reality;
And Apostolic Ministry.

But now this third snag trips me up
As economic life gets rough –
Somehow resolving that last piece
Will insight give for my release.

Not just for me – like for first two –
For me, and also you, and you –
For I an autodidactic am,
Experiential-learning man.

For I am out in Giver-land,
In Heartland Parish – here I am,
And somehow as this all works out
Third snag will blow, without a doubt.

It indirectly will resolve
As I'm in other things involved;
I'll stumble on some vital key
And in that fact will answer be.

The issue? To reintegrate
The Givers – all one body make,
So others can enjoy their fruit
Exchanged for blessings from their route.

I think it's part of angle-graph,
For mixed direction lets one laugh
As power of God plus power in world
Relieves the stress for boys and girls.

Until that third snag's blown away,
That jammed-up river's here to stay;
There's pressure from the river's flow
Against that snag – no place to go.

'Twas media resolved the first;
Then writing novels next reversed;
So what on earth will third one be
In which I will that third snag see?

That is what's missing in my pix –
The blurry blob – like pick-up sticks?
The first two sticks are lifted off,
Just black remains – what's still on top?

Both contexts where I found the two
Were outside jobs which I could do;
Perhaps that's it, walk into fray
And seek my fortune one more way.

Lord open up my eyes today
As Easter morn comes now our way;
Help me be open to your Word
Responsive soon as it is heard.

Make this a time of Jubilee
For other lives, and also me,
With your amazing multi-plays
When all’s aligned the Kairos way.

Some power's there quite naturally;
Your power flows when it can be
Mixed with the power you put on earth
For us to use – for it has worth.

As Works of Power flow around,
Set free our lives – no longer bound
by limitations of our power –
For you supply in Kiros hour.

Then logs jammed up will wash away;
We'll pull from banks remaining strays;
The river's free to flow again,
Reducing stress and needless pain.

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