Limited View

This picture-try frustrating is,
For I can't see from where this is;
I see from outside – place in scene –
And yesterday, from where I've been.

But though I feel just fine – right brain,
I cannot seem to view the same
With left-brain, looking out, around,
Located now on Giver-ground.

Perhaps it's not location-based,
But psycho-social in this case;
Some sort of Spirit-rooted cause
I am involved in here, because –

It somehow links quite close with task –
To wander round and questions ask;
Of course I can't see much from here –
It's fog-obscured, few things appear.

So maybe that's the case right now –
The sense-location I'm allowed
Is not internal – later that;
“Explore” – like satisfaction's cat.

Assumptions stripped, just wander ’round;
Don't build things up, nor tear things down;
Just what you do in Him is best;
Six days of work, and one of rest.

Then somewhere down the road you'll see;
Have view of world, and inside be;
You are right now – not left behind;
Use intuition's part of mind.

“Trust me”, (that's Christ) “it will work out
Like Comox dock's emerging route,
And MRD's new snowball way;
Come in, the water's fine to play.”

Lord, there's enough to see today –
We compensate a clever way:
I do my server-stuff with tools,
And process fixed in server's rules.

She does compassion's caring way
By organizing hours of day;
Does giver-side through server's tasks,
And teaches when a learner asks.

Perceiver stuff is all import,
No substitute as last resort;
But somehow we make out each day,
And in the darkness find our way.

So Lord, I hear – cast off each weight
And sin from past, take new delight
In starting fresh, encumbered not;
And celebrate – new chance we've got.

Okay, sounds good, shuck off the crap,
And be like satisfaction's cat
Returned from curiosity
To live in Giver-land with Thee.

Thanks. 

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