“Dividers”
Awoke this morning at the crack of dawn,
As clear as day – the title of a song
I checked it out on Google to be sure,
And used it was, to which I should demur.Of course an alternate was there at hand;
I clicked his website, saw him on his land;
A road not taken – eerie – close to home;
If I’d created it, I would not roam.So maybe that’s a sign to lighten up,
To travel light by dumping all this stuff;
Some folks are anchors for the other folks;
While some, like me, are more like travel-blokes.I’ve had an anchor which has let me roam
Around a centre, earth, which is our home;
He’s blind, yet touches folks around this earth,
About beginning point – of second birth.When I took paper from the shelf to write,
I saw “dividers” which served me aright;
For all amorphous mess, which is his place,
Restricts my movement; I need smaller space.If I’m to operate in large domain,
I wonder off with only self to blame;
For interest flows for me when I do lots
Of any part of life – there’s endless plots –To novels I could write, but market them?
Is quite beyond my scope – where to begin?
“That is the point, there Stu, that is your space,
To operate for Me, in any place –“For world’s your oyster, boy, make pearls out there,
From tiny grains of sand, to show My care;
Just like that preacher said, ‘cast care on Me,
Then do My caring there, set people free’.“Your site could be the place where I provide
My food the others need, where you reside;
Just show to other folks your tiny stall,
In worldwide marketplace, right there for all.“So simple that, my boy, just set ’er up,
Then fill the shelves on it with all your stuff;
‘Sell everything you have; come, follow Me –
Then life eternal’s yours – you’ll Kingdom see’.“So do your hawking, Stu, on platforms there;
You do not own the marketplace, you share:
But yours is small boutique where you can sell
Your bits and pieces, doing com-merch well.”Okay Holy Spirit thanks for this.
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