An Angel Announces - Dumas fils
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maxims and other numerical sentences that work.
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It was over 30 years ago, while I was commuting between Seattle and Tacoma, that I first heard Rush Limbaugh say: Words Mean Things. I, and just about everyone else who lives academically, know this line, and believe it to be enjoyably true.
Over the years now, and at every writing thesis in my life, I have lived that line, and vetted it to my fullest: but only after I had added one small, almost invisible word to it. This new and spirited word has made it immeasurably more viable in its ability to ford the tryingest turns in which the soul must rightly cavitate in the oceans of diversity. It was here, in all my personal bids at ‘the hunt for red october’ that this addition made me, in part, some of who I am today.
Credits: Books - Ben Lambert @ Unsplash.com ; Smoke: Damon Lam @ Unsplash.com
Over the years now, and at every writing thesis in my life, I have lived that line, and vetted it to my fullest: but only after I had added one small, almost invisible word to it. This new and spirited word has made it immeasurably more viable in its ability to ford the tryingest turns in which the soul must rightly cavitate in the oceans of diversity. It was here, in all my personal bids at ‘the hunt for red october’ that this addition made me, in part, some of who I am today.
Credits: Books - Ben Lambert @ Unsplash.com ; Smoke: Damon Lam @ Unsplash.com
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As far as I can remember, I have not heard anyone give acknowledgement or welcome to the addition of a new angel to their church congregation during their baby dedication. If our little precious babies come to stay, then their guardian angels come to stay on earth as well. New messengers are continually accepting, perhaps for the first time, a post here on earth which may last for the seventy years of a child’s life. They become a new addition to our planet, to our cities, and particularly to our church family: where they will—by love—guard, talk to, and serve our love-joys with unearthly diligence and patience.
But I do.
While the officials and parents are dedicating the new babies, I count the number of people present in the audience, double that number, and add one more. Then I give heartfelt interest and thanks to the God who has given these dear first-borns to our congregation, and who has been thoughtful enough to commission an angel to be forever attached to our precious children —especially, so near the ends of the world.
Prayer: I give you thanks, Father, once again for thy loving kindness, for thy guardians who come into our lives even before first breath; and for those sons of oil who come early or late to all of our Sabbath School Councils with their charge. In our spirit-moving mind-worship we know they sing into our songs of praise a higher harmony, as you look in with divine acceptance. We thank you for your years of watch-service to all your church children. Amen.
But I do.
While the officials and parents are dedicating the new babies, I count the number of people present in the audience, double that number, and add one more. Then I give heartfelt interest and thanks to the God who has given these dear first-borns to our congregation, and who has been thoughtful enough to commission an angel to be forever attached to our precious children —especially, so near the ends of the world.
Prayer: I give you thanks, Father, once again for thy loving kindness, for thy guardians who come into our lives even before first breath; and for those sons of oil who come early or late to all of our Sabbath School Councils with their charge. In our spirit-moving mind-worship we know they sing into our songs of praise a higher harmony, as you look in with divine acceptance. We thank you for your years of watch-service to all your church children. Amen.
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Turning To Rose
Once, upon receiving that Peace
That only comes from ancient derivation,
My blood fist now swallows and surges
With salient throgs between my wind hollows,
While my mind writes about faith in timed quietness:
Like nature—like growing green things
That pulse with inalienable lights
In their own inexplainable way.
And while I rest in His sign-whispers,
And while His golgi workers
Surround and make their 12 fruits of life,
I behold my string theory of lattices
Chiggling and churning their small wiggle-waggles
As they build, diploid, and build again
The wanted structures that flip this soul
From earth manure to love;
Then when that Easter spring has fully sprung,
When I see the coming hordes of inaudible horses,
I will lift my head before all the powers of heaven
And present my rose to the Sun.
—Dumas fils, June 1972
Once, upon receiving that Peace
That only comes from ancient derivation,
My blood fist now swallows and surges
With salient throgs between my wind hollows,
While my mind writes about faith in timed quietness:
Like nature—like growing green things
That pulse with inalienable lights
In their own inexplainable way.
And while I rest in His sign-whispers,
And while His golgi workers
Surround and make their 12 fruits of life,
I behold my string theory of lattices
Chiggling and churning their small wiggle-waggles
As they build, diploid, and build again
The wanted structures that flip this soul
From earth manure to love;
Then when that Easter spring has fully sprung,
When I see the coming hordes of inaudible horses,
I will lift my head before all the powers of heaven
And present my rose to the Sun.
—Dumas fils, June 1972
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