Medley Over New York (1 Corinthians 4:2 With Psalm 116)

There was this chicken which got lost,
But stayed aloft at awesome cost;
One day another came beside,
Picked up the pace – a merry ride.

They flew around and in between
Tall buildings, over mean and mean;
The sun rose high, while far below
Street came to life, as on they’d go.

“You need a lifter of your head,
Who’ll fly beneath with eagle-spread,
And let you ride its back this way,
Like eaglet’s mom first-flying day.”

“And you?”, He asked as sun grew hot,
“Have you got fuel? How much you got?
For crash and burn’s okay with me,
But walk away? That cannot be”.

I shrugged and said, “Life’s more than cash;
The money-god responds when asked;
But there’s another God I serve –
(Fly more this way – 'round buildings swerve)” –

We bent and wove; updrafts each day;
Repaired its wing; flew on our way;
Released from other tasks was I,
One day while chatting with this guy.

I’d come to see as Watchmen said,
We lived above ‘aloft’ when dead
To world; then buried in the pond;
Raised up with Christ – no fairy wand.

That’s when things changed for me – I’d seen
A different world than where I’d been;
Much higher than high-flying birds,
Or jumbo jets – seemed quite absurd.

But I digress – the chicken’s flight,
Emerged it was to day from night,
And still aloft, repaired to fly
A chicken’s way across the sky.

Ten thousand left; ten thousand right;
“Not us”, it seemed throughout this flight;
Twin towers fell – a mess below;
Dissent to hell in storied flow.

Distraction through one week of hell,
As Souris squeaked, and ate, and fell;
Like Moses, “Let my people go” –
Plagues came and went in pulsing flow.

Quite different this than time before;
Like waters deep far from the shore;
Viewed from above, in Him, in me,
Quite different view this time I see.

You know, O Lord, a problem lies
Within my heart, as chicken flies –
I’ve no reverse – just know it’s there:
The gap remains – can’t shift the care.

Like time with Wilf in burning shack –
He’d entered in, me at his back;
I grabbed his belt, he led us through;
A fool I was – what else to do?

We fought that day those flames with pails,
And bucket line – “Give up, we’ve failed”,
The adults said; so then we quit,
And house we lost because of it.

Firefighters said, “Too bad – you’d won
If you’d not quit once you’d begun”
Lord, from that day I have not quit;
Been here before, because of it.

“It’s bit by bit, as we fly on;
The vision’s quick, then it is gone;
With inch by inch we forward go,
Soon destined to that vision show.

Quick solutions? Not a chance;
Re-positioned, we advance;
What’s allowed the time before,
Is not now; best we ignore –

“Signs and wonders, bigger bangs;
In the seed our future hangs;
Little’s much – in honesty
Mustard seed becomes a tree.

“We’re fine-tuned each day we bring
Who we are in Him, and sing
Songs of praise that we’re still here –
World below is now made clear”.

Church like business; it like tree –
Shown, defines reality;
Shabbat Psalm one-sixteen stills,
Me for rest, thus vow fulfills.

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