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New Blog

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New Blog – THE BIBLE RETURNS
thebiblereturns.wordpress.com

Hesitantly I invite you to visit my new blog.
I say hesitantly for purely technical reasons. Because of the technical knowledge de-motivation mode that I’m usually in (ie knowledge as a result of necessity, rather than ‘Yippee! lets set up a blog’ – standpoint, if you get my gist?).

I haven’t worked out the technical side, in other words.

As in e.g. where did the ‘Page’ I just set up go to!?

I’m pretty sure there are a myriad of things I am not doing to ‘spread’ either of my two blogs to a wider audience – but I try to engage in life outside of blogging, so I’m afraid I’m relaxed over who (i.e. numbers) reads ‘seeds…’ or this new blog.

Anyway –
Posts are appearing, and that’s the main thing.

The Blog is named: ‘The Bible Returns’, and the other Christian name that my parents gave me (which I’m not too keen on) refers to yours truly (Ken) as Douglas.

Those at all familiar among the 3 hundred and something (I haven’t looked at statistics for months) – followers – will know I speak of ‘different hats’ that I wear. My Preacher hat is
donned almost exclusively now at ‘The Bible Returns’.

The Blog is primarily Bible Teaching for Christians but not exclusively.
So feel free to have a look.

Have a good day – have a day of Revelation.

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Memory’s Song

MEMORY’S SONG

You listen to the song
It triggers your memory’s reprise

The song of intermittent thought
going from scene to scene
You alone know what it means

You’re back there
and then
You’re back here again

Your memory has made them
glorious days
But sometimes
Take with a pinch of salt
what memory says

Nevertheless it’s good to recall
Give thanks for most – if not all
But in your youth –
(are you in your youth?)

Such travellings don’t
get a look in
‘Cause – see –
you haven’t time for them

But even you –
(what’s in it for you)
Gives way to:

A lived moment back
through your teens to
Mama’s outstretched arms
And cuddles so pure
You felt loved and secure

Maybe though –
you cannot compute?
Due to loud angry shoutings
Of an out-of-tune song
The lyric of incessant violence
Bad behaviour of the most
despicable kind
This memory song you
never want to sing

Nevertheless my friend
Find the memory that
means the most
And sing your song of
frozen-screen’s joy

Live it again
the song of back then

And see the contrast
of good and bad
But know good is…
As bad should not be…

Count blessings
God is in earshot
Let Him know
you will sing His hymn

Three Became One

THREE BECAME ONE

“How do I look?”
We cared with youthful vanity
back in the day.
Setting ourselves on display

But all of this
was longing
for acceptance
in mutual admiration society

The connections were made
That lasted and didn’t last

We grasped at life
Clinging and letting go
With equal intensity

But it was all of youth’s
interminable searching
for a soul mate
while the inner-inner man
lay dormant
starved of the true reality

A Messiah is coming
Came
Remained
Completed
Three parts full
Vacuum gone

I fell into the water that was Living
Buoyant in spiritual love
Lovely word – redeemed
Maturing quickly and gradually
at the same time

With and in
the ups and downs
of life
– of all lives

But sustained throughout
and from then on
I was – borne up
on wings of eagles

Splendid things to come

Two become one
He governs me
with humility

Then she came
and three become one
in holy matrimony

 

 

 

 

 

The Hill

THE HILL

The tall tree beside the hill
Young boys rolling down
finding its adjunct

Buttercups blooming
flattened
(some)
on the roll

Up they would pant to the
top again
Falling down ‘headlong’
innocuously

All kinds of games
in Fresh air
mixed
with pollen and
various scents

Battle of Trafalgar?
…they knew nothing about
but re-wrote it’s history
a million times
…or thereabouts?

They knew each other well
In Phileo love
Interrupted by
contradiction
of the natural man

As
they all fought
for real on a bad day

Sloping home
It was ice-pops or ice cream or
penny chews or chewing gum
the reward of battles won

The hill never spoke
Never complained at being
trodden underfoot

They all knew it’s name
But never wondered why

The ‘Dummy’s Hill’
A green mound still
found
in memory’s sigh

 

 

 

 

 

Fishing Bond

FISHING BOND

The dew rested on the grass
That semi-chill factor
Pins and needles effect
On your advancing face

Good job – these water boots!
The grass is so long

Morning – Right time to fish
Or so they say

Settled
First cast in

Birds chirping now
with intermittent grace

And yes straight away
bite on the line
Played well and landed

Catch and release
ten fish later and
it’s time for a ‘home made’

Sandwich and a slurp of soup

Back to the casting
But as the day dwindles past noon
Then past the six o’clock mark
So too dwindles the fish

Still – thirty fish can’t be bad
Let’s call it a day
Did I say: my son caught more?

I pretend envy
While secretly so glad
for his success
Best buddies in the love of God
Thank you fish
My excuse for bonding

 

 

 

 

I remember…

I remember

I remember…
The whitewash on the yard walls
The transformation when renewed

I remember…
the long wooden trays of
the baker –
mobile-man
in a van
calling at doors

The array of breads – biscuits – cakes
each allocated it’s partition.
Each breathtakingly sealed on
a young mind

I remember…
the semi-circular
pristineness of mum’s
scrubbing of the street
outside the door

I remember…
dad’s froth covered face
and ski-slope tracks made in
it’s shaven snow.

I remember…
dad – shoulders back –
chest out – muscles flexed as he
punched the wall in jest –
to impress his young son

Impressed he was –
and so was the wall

I remember…
the parlour.
The parlour.
For so it was named

I remember…
the cavaliers and
the roundheads
(a patient, loving mum
with son
obtained – in shop ‘umpteenth’
after
their long slog
the full length of the road)
and
put away for Christmas day

I remember…
a tender-hearted mother
who put her two children first,
always first.

I remember…
as millions have remembered
As mankind remembers
As mankind is made
to have memory
I remember..

But I also forget…
I forget what memory fails
to revisit
The engine won’t start
No matter how hard I try

We all would revisit
the
good times/
good things/
good happenings –

meaningful things
frivolous things

Our first-ever this…
and
our first-ever that…

Off we went without a care
until dished-out treatment
(kids can be so cruel)
stopped us in our
joyous tracks

I remember…
bully boys
and my chivalrous stand
the marks of the one-sided
battle I physically endured

I remember…
great nights of play
continuity from that of the day
Football played by ear
as the day’s light
did disappear

I remember…
a childhood crush
All in the mind

Emotion only
allowed to touch

I remember…
school…

and

[I break into this trip…]

‘This can’t be me’ I quip
to myself
as I write this
‘I remember’… riff

For I will stop here –
no more visiting
nostalgia –
the bygones

by
ropes and hooks
on the past
dragged back
into memories
present span

I will no longer challenge
you
to indulge or disagree
ridicule or stare incredulously

This is out of fashion
to talk so
You are showing your age

McCartney and his
‘silly love songs’
comes to mind

But no one will blemish
my preciousness
with insensitive
disqualification
For
I am no pearl and
you are no swine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The value of value

The value of value

Indiscriminate value

“That’s worth it…”
here
to
Highly valued…
there

Value – please explain

The value people put on things

There it is at the market place
Many monies I pay

There it is –
older –
once used

twice removed
little monies I pay

The artist’s conglomerate
to make a ‘bob or two’
You do the background
I the fore
You mix the paint
I will apply to twelve at once
Churned out –

Standard image

with no thought-standard

Conveyor belt stuff

“Get what you can for it…”

Superficial value –
No love or tender care

Supply and demand
300% mark-up
Somebody’s creaming it.

Value.
Nostalgic value to the robbed.

Value contrasts:
The rich pay to indulge
The poor pay to survive

Value
and
value-added tax

Value
the values of life

Your values
My values
do not coincide

Valuable

Value and
what is able
to be valued
to remain
valuable

Longevity counts
for value

Your valued life
in the hands of
the surgeon

eroded to:
just making a name
for himself(?)

More earnings
to buy valuables

Human life?
thousands and
thousands –
wiped out

too overwhelming
for the brain
to process

Christ
thought us
valuable enough
to die for

enough to enter the mystery
of His chosen punishment

to remove the sting
of destroying sin

Value –
Christ forsaken –
‘we esteemed Him
stricken,
Smitten by God,
and afflicted’.

becoming valueless

that true value
might
be restored.

 

 

 

 

The Pile

THE PILE
Things at the top of the pile
Things to the forefront
Things most popular
Most likes – most publicity
Most held views
Most educationists conclude…
Majority lifestyles
Everyday philosophy
Working down the pile now…
Another esteemed trend
Everybody doing it
That’s where they all go
Everybody is at this
The consensus has it…
The polls say…
We have long abandoned that…
The post-modernist view is…
Eclectic religious mix
Entering the last third of the pile…
Redundant – defunct – obsolete
Nothing down here to consider
The relegated view
At the bottom of the pile
Not popular to think that way anymore…
In the minority
We have moved-on now
It’s 2017
And last – and for some – the least…
The gospel of Jesus Christ.

But beyond the pile of popular belief – stands the hidden treasure – the incorruptible – the only true.
John 1/11:  He came to His own, and His own did not receive Him.…

 

Friend for a season?

FRIEND FOR A SEASON?
(a Christian’s experience of new friends…)

Somebody took a chance on you
Took a chance that you were real and true

Somebody took a chance on you
That with all your profound talk
You were just ordinary and wouldn’t scoff

Wouldn’t use rough insensitive language
Whilst you gave your spiritual sandwich

They took a chance on you
On your sincerity and
despite your strongly held beliefs

Took a chance that you were warm and
not on a ‘superiority’ trip

They took a chance on you
and liked your friendship
even though their thoughts
went from
embrace to holding at arms length

They took a chance on you
but they haven’t been in touch lately…

I Corinthians 1/23 (Amplified)

Out of Depression

OUT OF DEPRESSION

“Yes I know! – There you go!”
then – “goodbye”
the phone’s the gizmo
never before addressed with such info
but down the line the communication went
stirring inner ear vibrations in an accent
the ‘gossip’ about a girl’s success
passed from friend to friend with finesse
weeping with those who weep
rejoicing that they restored their beauty sleep
‘out of depression’ – I hear
glad they’re back up – to have it disappear
they were down, down, down – man
but something broke – they lost the ‘dead pan’
now they are fun to be around
a spring in their step – they’ve newly found
– down the gizmo – let all know
they are up and running
get’n on with their show.