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Repentance from dismay

REPENTANCE FROM DISMAY

Now I’m all geared-up for the last round-up

Hoping it lasts for years

All stood up am I

Looking with peeked hand against the sun

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The heat of battle does not draw any enthusiasm

One might say: ‘avoid – avoid – avoid’

Run to the wings – stay out of the fray

Who ever liked the fray anyway?

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But lifting the flap of my bag of words

I daintily choose a few – where to throw them?

Where to grow them?

Will you know them? –

and really get – what they say…?

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Ah ha!? – it’s fallen-man’s dilemma

You never understood me – I never understood you

We never understand –

there is none who understands

Do you ever get my gist?

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Stop there – take a pause – as one does…

Re-write your thought life

See what you will find – unwind – de-complicate

Re: Your established portfolio – look again

Try to see in a new way the thoughts

you’ve entertained everyday

For how long is it now – 

as you keep your parameters in place?

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When you decide you might be wrong

Turn this way

Listen long enough – study hard enough

With furrowed brow – try to give it a chance

i.e. the gospel of repentance from dismay

77

77

I still see the number in my mind’s eye

Exactly as it was

The door is no longer… 

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Destroyed in urban clearance

But I still see the number

On gloss-green painted door

All brass shining on its plaque

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Where I was born

Gone with the house

That number is fixed

In my mind’s eye

It represents my family

It is the constant

The number on our door

          –

Brass bright – like some ancient landmark

“77” I say it again

Once we enthused

at its sunset strip connection

“77” – brass – polished – by diligent mother

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Quickly take me back

Green door – red step

Window sills

Paper mill at the street’s end

Roofs to climb in naughty pursuit

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I will ride the imaginary horse

And espy with my little eye

77 glinting in the sun

Branded on my memory

Bygones gone forever

Leaving 77 to shine on

On the green door of my heart

Generational coolness

Generational coolness

Back in the days of being ‘Cool’, style dictated and peer opinion decided a lot of what we thought and did.

Every generation is the same to a greater or lesser degree.

Each group of teens ’n twenties, have their unwritten code of behaviour, to which you are expected to conform.

They have their favourite bands, and fashion-conscious choices to make in the clothes department.

Tattoos e.g. have rocketed in this generation.

‘Cool talk’ will vary from city to city and country to country. But usually there are similarities and certain words are banded-about that have ‘caught on’ in the world of progressive coolness.

Often gaps in speech are filled with various gap-filling or pause-conscious words like – ‘like’ or ‘Ahhh…’ ‘d’yi know what I mean?’, or ‘so…’

How much is a youth’s thought life determined by their peers?

A lot I reckon.

But then it is also deemed ‘cool’ to not conform, be different, go retro, or eclectic, to stand out from the crowd, ridicule or no ridicule.

There are many offered bandwagons to get on board with. 

Political, religious, arty, racist, style and design, financial etc. ‘Whatever floats your boat’, as they say.

Then there are those who consider it all too much – nothing satisfies and unfortunately this can lead to depression and suicide.

The higher code of God is violated and many perceive it bears no consequence or difference to their fate.

It seems cool to mock the things of God. Justified by resorting to the stereotypical image of so called Christians, as something to be shunned. And largely it should be shunned, because it doesn’t represent the real thing in any shape or form.

Jesus said this of the religious Pharisees leaders of the day:

Matthew

15 Then the scribes and Pharisees who were from Jerusalem came to Jesus, saying, “Why do Your disciples transgress the tradition of the elders? For they do not wash their hands when they eat bread.”

He answered and said to them, “Why do you also transgress the commandment of God because of your tradition?…

Matthew 23:13-15

13 “But woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you shut up the kingdom of heaven against men; for you neither go in yourselves, nor do you allow those who are entering to go in. 14 [a]Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you devour widows’ houses, and for a pretence make long prayers. Therefore you will receive greater condemnation.

15 “Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you travel land and sea to win one proselyte, and when he is won, you make him twice as much a son of [b]hell as yourselves.

So their religion was all about keeping your hands clean, it had nothing to do with the kingdom of God, they cheated widows, pretended to pray, and made their converts twice as bad as they were.

Nothing cool about that kind of religion.

Let Christ instruct us about real Christianity and the narrow way that leads to life and life more abundantly.

That’s where I rest my case for coolness.