Our Goofs Transformed

A horizontal hurricane appears as up and down,
Although that's just because in art my talent is not found;
Look at my art, it's pretty crude, although it does the trick,
To get my right-brain on the page and learn because of it.

Perspective is a central piece of talent I can't show;
It looks like art from olden days back when they did not know
Just how to give the illusion of the 3-D world we are in,
So consequently hurricanes lack horizontal spin.

But good enough to do the trick – for me to see the catch –
I had to take a step, I saw, if Moses I would match;
He had to raise his rod that day to part the shining sea,
Then take a step on the road ahead in water, just like me.

For God can't huff and puff for us if we will not step forth,
Regardless if direction takes us east, west, south, or north;
His power is not in the wind, or parting of the sea,
But in the stepping out of folks who lead, like you and me.

For some, the people follow us, because of how we're wired;
For others, like the likes of me, folks copy, are inspired
To do some action similar, move out and seize their day,
And see their world turned upside down, like me through yesterday.

I told my sister I would write her story if she'd like
For me to take her fabula and spin her yarn out right;
Not right like her, but right enough to pass the blocking stone,
So Easter-life might come to it, and she her story own.

I said I couldn't tweak her text as that's not skill I show;
And if I did that endless piece the process would be slow;
So I would turn it back to her to polish, edit, tweak,
And she could fix it as she wished throughout some months or weeks.

I also stepped ahead and bought the lighting I would need,
As now I stepped into the sea ahead with all its weeds,
And slime, and muck, here by the shore and let my footing find
The road ahead, that's still submersed beneath the salty brine.

Okay, O Lord, puff on and bring the road ahead to view
Show forth Your power in a way folks know that it is You
If we're to walk here high and dry, feel impact of Your power
I take this step and trust I'll find you're road within the hour.

What others do is up to them, I do not know the way;
And my stupidities are here today as yesterday;
Right-brain – it drags me like the rest as left-brain sputters on;
Perhaps I'll get some mileage when my left-brain side is gone.

So actions are like art on page – we act, then see, then know
A side of us that's powerful, as feelings start to show.
I get it, in photography, as right-brain has its way,
The people we take photos of, emerge and have their say.

So, learn to speak through photographs – not  “learn”  the left-brain route –
But learn to feel once more in ways the right-brain gets to shout;
Let me (that's Christ) show you a way to do your this and that,
Then like the St. John-picture, bring your satisfaction back.

Lord I keep thinking I must clear away stupidity;
I know that is impossible – just look at yesterday;
But what I'm hearing, “Be a fool, they'll know it is not to you
But Me, who brushes by their lives and leaves a picture cool.

I see ahead divided roads beat down by other folks,
And water rising from the road just like de Mile in jokes;
I see folks gathered at the beach, bunched up against the pond,
Unable to move on in life to Promised Land beyond.

It's like they're all awaiting me to take initial step,
As though I am the only one who knows the way, and yet
It's not that way, they look at me, and I look on to You;
Please open up their eyes to see Your care in all I do.

Help them to see through all my acts, and words here on the page,
That you will have your way with us – the simple and the sage –
That maybe you're most clearly seen not in our clever ways,
But through our bumbling, groping, steps into your future's days.

Its transformation that I find you bring into our lives;
We bumble on the same old way – transformed by you we thrive;
Just like that kid on keyboard, banging on the keys as noise
You sit beside us, interweave your beauty as with boy’s.

O Lord, let other folks see that in me and there find hope,
That they might also find success though limited in their scope;
Help them to open up their lives to others in their tasks,
And feel Your presence in their work as for Your grace they ask.

Now they say – wait – don't hurricanes spin up and down then slide
Across the landscape in a whirl, take Dorothy for a ride?
Just like tornadoes though the spin is wider so their edge
Hits us as gale-force winds with rain, just like a hammer's sledge.

Yes, that is true, but it's the road that looks like up-and-down
Instead of flowing on ahead depicting solid ground
So like tornado it appears – it stands there on its sand
With choices splitting at the top, no fixing will amend.

What looks like blue sky is the sea, I'm looking down I guess;
The scene which I depicted there was Moses and his mess;
The flip-flops from the downward view to horizontal road
Just like Picasso and his friends, two sides of scene I show.

So what am I to make of this? O Lord, you see through me;
Help me a clearer view to have, each step ahead to see;
And when, like yesterday I bolt ahead, what e'er the source,
Help me repent, let go of it, press on, without remorse.

Transform my errors and my goofs, my impulse and my ways;
My brain, both left and right sides now, and through remaining days;
Help me to in your body live, reach out and touch each one;
Be touched and helped by them in kind until my days are done.

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